My dear blogger-friend Celi at The Kitchens Garden has asked her fellowship to share the place where the write. Here’s my little hole. And there on my screen, is her website. My desk is in an old room, partly underground, with curved vaulted ceilings. Perhaps once upon a time it was a storage space or a wine cellar. The house was built in the 1600s, so who knows. My light, when it comes, comes through a deep welled window that looks up and out onto a courtyard made of round pebbles. The wisteria is in bloom. The vines are creeping and flowering.
It is fine for me to be in a darkish place. I am often working on that big monitor you see, doing design or art direction work. Today, for example, I’m working on a lovely project, which must for the moment remain secret, for an agency in Minneapolis. When I get tired of thinking and writing and design, I go out for a walk or to grab a coffee. There are bars and cafés everywhere.
Today is the beginning of Milan’s Salone del Mobile, the annual design fair. The whole city is in on it, beauty abounds. If Italians want to outdo each other at anything, it’s beauty. So, for the moment, we are surrounded. Whether you look right, left, down or, yes, up. Acts of creativity large and small, everywhere. Every. Where. They make me smile.
Have a lovely day.