I found this gentle, Italian landscape in a villa last summer, it's winding road leading through an archetypal valley, past ruined buildings and cypress trees towards the distant mountains. It is painted onto a wooden door, the key located beneath the tree in the foreground, seemingly unlocking the way down the road and also the cupboard. The key has been turned many times and the continual locking and unlocking of the cupboard has worn away the grass beneath the tree, like centuries of feet walking the same route and wearing smooth a pathway. All most uplifting and reassuring.
Friday, February 5, 2010
the cupboard door of Villa Vescovo
I found this gentle, Italian landscape in a villa last summer, it's winding road leading through an archetypal valley, past ruined buildings and cypress trees towards the distant mountains. It is painted onto a wooden door, the key located beneath the tree in the foreground, seemingly unlocking the way down the road and also the cupboard. The key has been turned many times and the continual locking and unlocking of the cupboard has worn away the grass beneath the tree, like centuries of feet walking the same route and wearing smooth a pathway. All most uplifting and reassuring.
