Posts Tagged: art
There were days when summer heat made Julia feel bloodless. Only Gaia’s efforts would force her out of bed and in the streets looking and drawing maps. One summer morning they woke up at dawn and took the FishTrain to
We decode life and call it science. We encode our findings and call them stories, said Frank. Stories are how we understand. Julia kept drawing in her notebook the bat hanging from the ceiling of the attic while Gaia sat on the
We are like sailors who on the open sea must reconstruct their ship but are never able to start afresh from the bottom. Where a beam is taken away a new one must at once be put there, and for
Among the kids diving in the lagoon Antonio alone cultivated a passion for drama. The submerged floors were his stage, fish and algae and the occasional friend his audience, a combination of exploration and staging his art. He assembled weighted furniture
Fourth floor said the large, bald man. Thank you, said the girls at the same time. Julia kept Gaia’s hand in hers while waiting for the elevator.
Nick the boatman drifted to sleep. He was awaken by the noise of other boats approaching the fondamenta. He straightened up, looked towards the opening at the end of the Calle of the Ovens, where Cillian has disappeared, then lowered
Well, thank you, I’ll go get another one, I’ll be here in a moment, said the woman and disappeared up the wooden stairs that led to the kitchen. She got up early every day and prepared the cakes, sweets, tarts
Shadows from the cables of the Stone Bridge sang songs for those who lingered, predicting their future. Julia, sensing danger, walked on.
One day Mara appeared in the garden, walked towards Carina’s window and lay on the grass just below her, her arms stretched open, her eyes closed. Carina thought she had never seen anyone so beautiful.