Rosalba Tirrenica

#Maratea, the summer of 1982. They drove me to the train station of #Rosalba Tirrenica. A big guy from Rome, in jeans overalls and no shirt. No one had much to say, so we listened to the buzzing of cicadas, while standing on the platform, boiling in the early afternoon beating sun, the smells of mediterranean plants brought to us by a sea breeze, light as a whisper. That summer my friend Peppe was touring with Senese and De #Piscopo. That’s when I pretty much decided to give music up and finally listen to my father, forget Maratea, and enter the real world.Maratea '83 A.3.0

Congamond Diner

Congamond Diner Layout LowresAnd here is what became of the first sketch.

Congamond Diner is an image, a moment on a Sunday morning of many years ago, of beauty tucked away in the least plausible of places, on the least plausible of journeys.

#Congamond is also a place in #Massachussets, of… recreational boating and lakefront living in the midst of #rural #America.

A #Sketch became a #Drawing, an #Illustration. Once again, reaching out to #Art (even if #DigitalArt) to stitch things together and make some sense of otherwise random experiences.