Last Sunday my boyfriend and I took a trip to the Boboli Gardens because he had never seen them. When we went up to get tickets we realized we had lucked out – the first Sunday of every month means all of the museums in Florence are free, so we walked through the galleries of Palazzo Pitti as well as the gardens.
I hadn’t seen the galleries before and immediately my eyes were drawn into the intricate frescoes painted on the ceilings of each room, basically washing over the series of portraits that crowded the walls. I was especially impressed by the trick of the paint, making them seem to protrude as though they had been sculpted.
I had my camera strung around my neck, as usual, and upon entering the first room, after just a few moments Peppe asked my why I wasn’t taking pictures. I was totally taken aback, because the thought hadn’t even crossed my mind. Why would I take pictures of a painting? I’m an artist but I will (cautiously) admit to not caring that much about art. If you can convince me to walk through a museum, I would rather stick my face right up against the frame to see the tiny strokes and evidence of the artist’s hands in order to take advantage of my proximity to the work. What’s the point of taking pictures of a painting??
I found myself very frustrated because now that this notion was in my mind. I seriously watched a girl walk into a room, hold her phone up to photograph a painting and promptly continue going on her way, without actually looking at the painting with her own eyes. I saw a man stand ten feet away in order to photograph a painting with his obnoxiously huge lens that you shouldn’t use unless you’re taking pictures of wild animals.
I can only take so much staring at paintings so I was eager to move on. Entering the gardens, I made friends with a local and seriously considered what I would give to live her life. This place is pretty much just for her, or so she thinks.
She started to walk away, but I consider myself a bit of a cat whisperer, so I convinced her to come back and cuddle a little more. (Thank you Peppe for the blurry pictures)
We ran into my friend photographer friend, Erin, during our walk around and she snapped this one of us. Thanks Erin!!
And just for giggles – Peppe said Pegasus was one of his favorite mythical creatures (perhaps because people in the South of Italy eat horses and as a horsegirl this seriously makes me upset) he wanted a picture with statue, but insisted he be riding it. We managed to pull it off thanks to photoshop hahaha