Act 2, Scene 17
The day of the student show arrived at last. I only had one painting 100% finished, not a great one but not bad for a beginner and slacker like me.
wish Id been able to finish my painting of the valley but one too
many picnics on the hillside prevented that.
Heather was disappointed in
her work, unnecessarily. Shed created faces in clay then used them
as molds to create handmade paper masks. To go with this, she designed
a minimalist wooden doll. Everyone else thought it was ambitious, daring,
and interesting even if the experiment didnt go exactly as she planned.
Some of the dyes she used on the paper didnt come out like she wanted,
but there was still a general feeling of relief and anticipation for the
The show was impressive. Usually at a student exhibition there's maybe one or two works that interest me but here there were several. The jewelry class in particular did some beautiful work and I wish I had photographs to show you. Watching the locals react to some of the work was more fun than most of the works themselves. Free wine and munchies also helped make the evening a success. Rumors that Tonino's was preparing a special dinner afterward turned out to be false but lots of cappuccino and wine kept our spirits high.
Sitting on the balcony at the
restaurant, Beth's favorite local, Rocky, joined us. Rocky is, of course,
a dog. He looks like a football with legs, same size and color, just a mutt but still Beth's beloved.
Beth petted him for several minutes before pulling the beast into her
lap. Rocky took this as an invitation to bury his face between her breasts
and begin humping her crotch. Beth was distraught, between giggles and
squeals. "Rocky, Rocky, don't do that!"
Of course after a night of
such delight, one must be plunged back into reality. News from home finally
arrived. I got a letter from my father and wandered, reading as I walked,
into the bookmaking studio where Heather and a few others were working.
Heather found me about halfway
through the letter and gave me a big hug. I was shocked at her sensitivity.
Had I been able to think about it I might have thought I was becoming
important to her on some level, but all I could think of was the loss
of my godmother. I still miss her.
On the other hand, I also got letter from Lena telling me she was coming to Cortona and will join us in Venice and continue on with me to Amsterdam.
Some days the roller coaster highs and lows are more spectacular than others.
The upcoming week promises higher highs and lower lows with the Cortona Bistecca Festival (a cookout thats supposed to draw folks from the entire valley), the last week in Cortona (which has become my home away from home), the big cumulative art history final and last week of painting. Lena should arrive late in the week to cheer things up and there's the trip to Siena for the horse race, as well as the big sendoff party at some local villa.
Are you one of those people that hold your arms up on the roller coaster ride, giggling and screaming at the same time? I am. If youre one of those people that grips the bar, white-knuckled, eyes clenched shut, or even worse refuses to ride roller coasters entirely, youre reading the wrong fuckin' book.
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