Arrivaderci Frank!
Ciao amici, so here I am in Florence, a little more than
halfway through the semester, a strange and confusing time to reflect upon. I
feel as though I am already unintentially mentally preparing myself to the
transition of returning to Storrs, CT and I find myself conflicted both about
how I feel towards being here in Florence, and also about returning to the
States.
Aside from that cryptic introduction, I want to say that the
time spent here has been absolutely amazing. The spontaneous family dinners
have been proof that all you need for a great meal is some pasta, vegetables,
chicken, cheap wine, expensive olive oil, and maybe a language barrier. The
sites and museums around the city have still not stopped to constantly deceive
us with the importance of their collections inside by their convenience and
attainability (apparently it IS possible to stumble upon Michelangelo’s
gravesite without knowing it). Traveling has also become something that is
expected of you to do every weekend, and because of how easy it is, I’ve seen
and been to more places than I originally intended coming here (I’ve also spent more money than I intended as well).
It’s really interesting to compare my expectations of this
experience with how it actually turned out, including what I would be doing
here in terms of work, where I would travel during time off, what I would be
doing with my free time, etc. One main difference is definitely present in the
work that I do here. I’ve had more free time to develop my sketchbook further,
but less access to studio space so the result is an entire new vocabulary of
drawing that I would not have developed if I had not been in Italy. I’m also
hoping that my lack of photo documentation of this experience won’t haunt me later,
since each one of my drawings is a direct reflection of what I was looking at
and what I experienced (at least to me, so I guess it’s a little selfish).
Anyways, I still hope to meet the rest of this semester with
an open mind because I know for a fact that there are still experiences to be
had, even though part of me is already looking forward to come back to a heavy
work-load, multiple deadlines, and late nights. The reason for my excitement to
go back is not as much homesick as it is an anxiousness to use what I’ve
discovered here towards getting my career started. I do believe that this
experience has had an incredible influence on me and I’m excited that it’s both
almost over, and that there is still a good deal of time left to spend here
.
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