Inspiration

Popcorn has weighed in at her normal weight of 5 lbs, or should I say 2.26 kg (I’m starting to make my yearly transition to the European system of weights and measures). So, I am feeling quite comfortable that she is ready for another transatlantic flight, and I am very happy that Phil will be joining us in September.

These past few weeks, I have been attending to the annual ritual of purchasing plane tickets, arranging for a rental car, and stocking up on art supplies, vitamins and Popcorn’s meds. Italian phrases and images of olive trees have begun to circle in my head as I make lists of what additional provisions we may need for the next 3 months. Invariably, there is a point in the preparation stage where things get a little chaotic and I begin to question why we have not simplified our lives by staying stateside. But no sooner does that thought arise, than it is briskly pushed aside by memories of gelati and pici (the regional pasta), and walks along the shores of Lago Trasimeno.

And as I travel down the road of “why’s”--the reasons why I love Italy so much, I think about fields of tomatoes and melons and sunflowers. And my elderly neighbor who digs her bare feet in the soil as she tends her garden and greets me with a smile that competes with the warmth of the Mediterranean sun.  The smells of wood burning stoves and pizza and the sounds of a busy café serving espresso and  cappuccino. As I imagine all the wonderful things that create my Italian addiction, however, there is one thing that quickly takes center stage. Art. 

In Italy, one breathes Art. In the tiniest of towns can be found the greatest of masterpieces. Take Panicale, a small hilltop medieval borgo (village) that overlooks Lago Trasimeno, just 10 minutes from my home. Walking into the town, there is an exquisite view of the lake. But what makes the view for me even more enchanting is to know that Pietro Vannucci, Il Perugino, must have loved the view just as much as I. Here he was inspired to include this very same vista in his painting  “The Martyrdome of San Sebastian”, which can be seen at the Church of San Sebastian, in Panicale.

Perugino’s name may not be as well-known as Michaelangelo or Raphael, and art historians like to talk about how his work degenerated in the later years of his life. But for me, Perugino is a huge inspiration. He made great contributions to the artistic development of the Renaissance, and passed on his skills to one of the greatest artistic geniuses western civilization has known, Raphael. But even more, while I bicycle through the very same hills where he traveled, and I walk down some of the same streets where he walked, I am able to clearly see his greatness. Yes, he accurately painted the shapes and colors of the world where he lived, but he succeeded where so many artists fail. In his paintings, he was able to capture and communicate the serenity and quiet beauty of the Umbrian countryside. In other words, when we look at many of Perugino's paintings, we not only see what he saw, but we are able to feel what he saw. 

Comments

[Pamela Haack]

So many people write about Italy and her master artists, but too few make us "feel" their inspiration. You've done it again, Diane. Exquisite views, amazing light and all that Umbrian energy around you ... I'm ready to book my next flight to Italy. But I'm not headed to Florence with all those tourists. Instead I'll take a stroll with you in Panicale to honor Perugino (and to enjoy a gelato).

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