Milan is home, although I moved to England a year ago for the sake of studying my lifelong love, literature. I go home for the holidays, but I miss Italy a lot.
I tend to find refuge in my imagination from the outside world. Not from invented crimes but from reality. The world is indeed too much with me, late and soon.
Am I a fugitive? Yes. Or rather a refugee.
I prefer to run “to” than “from.”
Whoever runs not from his own imagination, or in his own imagination, has some serious problems with lack of imagination… or lack or paranoia.
Gotta go.
Erté would approve.
Beautiful picture.
I seldom fantasize about being a fugitive, because I’ve run and hidden from the world so many times in real life.
This makes me wish I was back home in Italy for carnivale, eating chiacchere and throwing confetti.
I think sometimes romanticizing our interior worlds can be just as much of a risk (or inevitability) as romanticizing the “real” world.
Which part of Italy is home for you?
Milan is home, although I moved to England a year ago for the sake of studying my lifelong love, literature. I go home for the holidays, but I miss Italy a lot.
This artwork is stunning – LOVE it. Quite the departure from the usual style, non?
‘Hiding comes easy, we hide everyday
From a world far apart in a world far away.
I still hope to find that place in my mind,
Sanctuary…’
(New Musik)
I tend to find refuge in my imagination from the outside world. Not from invented crimes but from reality. The world is indeed too much with me, late and soon.
Am I a fugitive? Yes. Or rather a refugee.
I prefer to run “to” than “from.”