When Sylvie was just over a year old, we visited Italy and stayed in a little lakeside town called Stresa, on the shores of Lake Maggiore. Hemmingway waxed poetic about the town in A Farewell to Arms with good reason. It has been a vacation that always remained vivid in our minds. So, we decided […]
I wanted to carve a buffalo. Why a buffalo? Well, I wanted to attempt a figurative sculpture rather than something abstract (a decision I would later learn that was likely a more difficult path for a first timer). The simplest answer would be because that’s where I from – Buffalo, NY. It’s a city that […]
Our first activity Monday morning was to head to the river to select our stones. To me, this sounded both completely idyllic and highly improbable. If there were good pieces of marble in the river, then: 1) why were they still there and 2) how did there always manage to be enough “good” stones available […]