We left home for Castel d Irie at 8:30 this morning to do some seriously small pastels. Once we got there, we stopped to buy a bottle of water and some elderly women directed us as to where we should go to paint. They were spot on. They told us to keep going up and to the left and we arrived at a small piazza that was in the shade and had a bench. It was in the shadow of the Castel at Castel d Irie that we have painted so many times from a far. We were looking directly down on the stacks of rooftops. Some of the buildings seem impossible, but I double checked the drawing many times and although the perspective is impossible, it is what it is. These two pastels are 5 X 7. They looked small, but when the pastels were done they looked so large. How does that happen?
We had lunch, a serious lunch, at D’Lisa’s Restaurant, after we finished our work and walked back to Castelvecchio at about 1:30. It was hot by then and it has grown hotter all day. The sky is burned out from its usual deep blue. This is Gale’s last day here and she came by to get us to go to her house and pick up food that she isn’t going to use and her potted flowers. I am glad we met Gale and that we will be seeing each other again. I am only sorry that I can’t convince her not to smear her pastels. She is a kind and generous person and that is probably more important than pastel technique. Perhaps we can all gang up on her in Montpelier.
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