Painting in Florence
I didn’t plan to go to Florence. I had already decided I was not going to paint anymore. I just didn’t see a way forward. I was in France with my French girlfriend and her friends, living in a miniscule village near Cluny. Our hosts were Dominique and Marie-Paule, who lived in a dilapidated rectory that used to house the village priest in the bygone days when people still believed.