I find myself a bit overwhelmed when it comes to selecting a subject. The decision, lately, has been almost tougher then choosing a gelato flavor. Saturday afternoon, I took out my paints and forced myself to focus... I decided to work from a photograph I had taken in a nearby village.
The village fascinated me. It was every bit worth the winding drive through the mountains. So many corners to turn, tiny stone alleys to walk, and doorways to paint! The quiet village, population about 700, once held 7000 residents. Many of the villagers left the very quiet town in search of work or something not so quiet. So, today, many of the houses are for sale at very reasonable rates (great news for artists like me!).
This little doorway caught my eye. The color reminds me of the fishing villages at home in PEI! The afternoon sun made my job even easier, as the contrast between light and dark brought even more attention my focal point, the doorway. I also liked how the complimentary red of the pipe contrasted with the door. This subject was a convenient first step into my Italian painting experience.
As I worked on this piece, I allowed my imagination to wander a bit. Wonder what's behind this door? Maybe someone's Nonna lives there... Or is it an artist's studio perhaps? Or maybe it SHOULD be an artist's studio... what's the red pipe for? Is that where the house's espresso supply flows from (just kidding)... At any rate, house 13 doesn't look so "unlucky" to me!