Many artists dream about painting in Italy. Now, as retiring baby-boomers are increasingly taking up “brush and pallet knife,” more than ever, painting in Italy is the “thing.” Every day, a new “Artist’s” tour of Italy crops up in travel sections of the newspaper and on the Internet. But there still remains a majority of artists who prefer to “go it alone.” They are independent in their artistic styles, and prefer to be independent regarding their travels in Italy . This blog intends to target these free spirited artists who still need guidance to the best places to paint, especially those idyllic gems that are little known and less traveled. Certainly, independent travelers who are not artists will also benefit from this blog.

With a few exceptions, this blog is not a guide to restaurants, lodging, rental cars, or shopping, (except for art supplies.)

Sprinkled among the posts are: my paintings, and a few Italian proverbs and poems written by notable Italian authors for whom I work as a translator.

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Saturday, April 11, 2009


The earthquake at L’Aquila in the Abruzzo Region of Italy stunned the world. And for those of us with friends and family in Italy the anguish bites a little deeper.
This morning, my friend, Poet Luciano Somma, sent me this thought-provoking poem:
"6 APRILE 2009"
You can find Luciano Somma at:

Il terremoto a L’Aquila nel Regione d’Abruzzo sbalordì tutto il mondo. E per noi con gli amici e le famiglie in Italia l’angoscia ci morde più profondo.
Stamani, mio amico, il Poeta Luciano Somma, mi ha inviato questa poema, "6 APRILE 2009," che spinge i pensieri.
Si può trovare Luciano Somma a:

6 APRILE 2009

L’aria profumava di primavera
Con Pasqua alle porte
La terra che già da tempo tremava
Per inghiottire
Uomini donne bambini
(e secoli di storia)
Anche il ciliegio
Coi frutti perduti
Non bastarono “gloria al padre”
Ed “Avemaria”
Per l’Abruzzo non ci fu pietà.
L’eco di quelle urla
Se arrivò fino al cielo.
La distesa
Di azzurro
Una beffa
Di vite lontane…
Luciano Somma

6 APRIL 2009

Springtime scented the air
with Easter at the door
the ground that for a time had trembled
opened itself
to swallow
Men Women and Children
(and centuries of history)
even the cherry tree
was swallowed
with the lost fruits
the hymns “Glory to God” and “Avemaria”
weren’t enough
for Abruzzo there was no pity.
The echo of that scream
who knows
if it reached to heaven.
The expanse
of blue
a farce
to distant lives…
Pamela Allegretto Franz (translation)

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