|Picture I took at Sunset over one of the canals|
"But those she charged with her ill-preparedness were the artists, the writers.
Canaletto, why did you not adequately depict this place? Why were you, in all your mastery, not able to describe this to me? Why did you merely sketch, not capture the details of this beauty? Turner, why couldn't you capture the sun bleeding into the lagoon as I see it now? Henry James, why did you not prepare me for this? Evelyn Waugh, your passages of praise were faint insults when faced with the real thing. Thomas Mann, why leave so much out? Nicholas Roeg, even with your cameras and your celluloid, why could you not tell me either?"
I thought this was perfect, especially since I prepared for my trip with the rest of my class by reading, painting and learning as much as I could about the city before visiting. Nothing can capture the city's beauty. As the books says, "even the decay is beautiful."
|One of the watercolors I painted of the Redentore church while sitting on the canal|