"There is room for infinity in my heart...
-- a poem
Last summer I went to Italy for two and a half weeks. (See Story of My Trip to Italy Parts One, Two, Three, Four, Five, and Six.) I know it seems like that's all I ever blog about these days, but the whole experience had such an impact on me (it changed my life!) and I need to process it this way. So, for two weeks, I had an artist residency in Civita Castellana. Afterwards, I went to Florence for three days by myself. My second day was a trip to the Uffizi Gallery, which deserves a blog post all of its own. I'm sharing here some of my favorite photos that I took, but keep in mind they are a "drop in the ocean" of all the art within that incredible gallery.
I wandered around the gallery in complete awe. I had a lot of feelings. I sat down on a bench and wrote poems.
Writing Poems in the Uffizi
There is room for infinity in my heart.
I’m so hungry,
but not for you;
It’s this painful beauty I desire.
I’m writing poems in the Uffizi Gallery in Florence,
writhing on an old carved bench, grasped tightly
by the moment, and by my own anguish;
Will I endure this hell forever?
I can’t bear it, yet I can’t turn away.
I feel the greatness within me,
but not my own greatness;
inside my soul are ancient rooms,
and gilded hallways with painted ceilings,
and hanging on those ornate walls
are all the paintings I love,
and all the paintings yet waiting
for my trembling brush…
"I really can't put into words how intense my feelings are,
like my soul has cracked open."
--a letter to my husband, written on the cafe terrace of the Uffizi Gallery...
I want to leave myself here for awhile, drinking wine, writing a letter, and waiting for a thunderstorm to descend on the rooftops of Florence...