I hold the memory of my first visit to Italy in 1949 with fondness. I remember the smell of the ripening figs surrounded by the constant chirrup of the cicadas. I remember the clarity of light in the Tuscan landscape and the accents of dark cypress trees that followed the curving roads and the soft grey-green of the olive trees that surrounded the stone farm buildings. It seemed to be a magic painting. I used to stay in the villa of my aunt. She was a painter and in her studio the summer heat intensified the heady smell of oil and turpentine and I was spellbound by her skill in picking up rich and apt colours with her large brushes. I was introduced to the work of Brunelleschi, Donatello and Fra Angelico and the balance between control and freedom that emanates from their work is always an inspiration. I feel liberated every time I tread on Italian soil.
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