Katerina.

As a lover of philosophy,
art,
and art history alike,
my thoughts and my work draw from that which I see,
that which I feel,
and that which draws upon external communication and internal cognizance intrinsic to my perception.

“Sweet Silence”

Sitting between two walls of division
The breeze flowing through my hair
Ambulance sirens fading in the distance
Trumpet playing, amplifying in the foreground
The sun feels soft on my face
How lucky I am,
How blessed I am,
How I just am, here.

Here in this place that feels like
it’s exactly where I belong.
Here in this place that makes
me feel happier than I’ve ever felt.
Here in this place…
this place that is my own.

Florence is my haven, my sweetest delight.
I can be sitting with the most incredible people
and still be able to enjoy the sweet, sweet
silence.

Together we enjoy the moment…
of the country we are living in
of the beauty that surrounds us
of the people that we meet
of the food and wine we discover
of the simple gestures in life that make you feel
the most of who you are.

My favorite day of the week

I don’t know what it is about Thursdays, but they have become my favorite days here in Florence. Maybe it is because today is my favorite class, Symbols and Symbolism in Western Art, or perhaps it is because I know that the weekend begins for me after 11:30 in the morning, but there is just something about the energy that flows through me that I can’t put into words.

Today may have had it’s extra spunk too. I have become a cappuccino connoisseur and have found the hot spot at a café I go to every morning, Scudieri. So as usual, I make my way to the café, or “bar,” as it is said here in Florence, and there is one man who always makes my cappuccino for me with a little bit of “spunk” you see. He will draw me pictures on the top part of the steamed milk foam using melted hot chocolate: smiley faces, snowmen, boats, flowers..but today it was a cupid’s heart I’d like to call it ( a heart with an arrow in it). If I was anywhere else, specifically back at home, I probably would have thought this was the cheesiest gesture, but not here. I smiled. I kept smiling. And I am still smiling, as I sit here typing and listening to classical piano by the man who is currently playing on the floor above me in my apartment. Can this really get any better? I sometimes think I am living the life of a princess, which feels real to me at times when I hear an occassional “buongiorno principessa,” as I stroll along the streets. A fairy tale, don’t you think?

As the day progressed, I made my way to the Palazzo Piti, which was the palace of the Medici family, one of the biggest patronages of art in Florence during the Renaissance years. I literally felt royal as I walked through each grandiose room filled with frescoe decorations, murals, tapestries, gilded moldings, sculptures, and oil pantings hanging on the wall by famous artists.

Needless to say, Thursday has treated me well, and I am looking forward to my next stop in Roma tomorrow, where I will be visiting my brother’s girlfriend, Andréa, for the second weekend in a row! I forgot to mention that I was in Venice last weekend for the Carnevale, the biggest festivity in all of Italy, and home to Venice! Perhaps I will recap in another post…for it is now mangia mangia time!

The pinnacle.

It has been about a month now since I have been in Florence and today felt like the pinnacle day for me. I have been volunteering my time as a tour guide for the Santa Maria del Fiore, or better known as “The Duomo,” through a program called “Ars et Fides.” It is based on community service and today was my third time going. I meet once a week in the Duomo for two hours, where I provide tours for those interested, but today it was I who almost got the ultimate tour. Considering it is Ash Wednesday for the Catholic religion, many tourists were gathered together taking photos or simply appreciating the church on their own.

So there I was, sitting on this long wooden bench, next to other tour guides, all of different ages, gender, ethnicity, etc. I was fortunate enough to sit next to Amelia (I hope I’m spelling her name correctly). What first struck me about Amelia was her tri-lingual capability. I introduced myself to her in Italian, but asked if she spoke English, which she responded to in perfect English that she did. So, a native Italian who speaks perfect English. Then a tourist came to ask us a question in Spanish. I was staring at him with my eyes wide open, feeling terrible that I had no idea what he was saying and even more so, feeling ashamed that I could not help him. Amelia soon chimed in and it wasn’t after long until my “tour” began. She began telling me facts about the Duomo, about certain symbols and frescoes, about the uniqueness of the stained glass windows, but most of all, about the three Virgin Mary images within the church.

Upon entering the Cathedral, if you turn around and look up at the back wall there are two images of the Virgin Mary that plank the oldest working circular clock situated in a square molding. The image above the clock is in the form of stained glass and the image below is a gold mosaic both of which show the coronation of Mary by Christ. The former image alludes to the time of God, while the latter is grounded in pagan time, in the now and present. What I should first point out, however, is that this specific clock is not how you may envision it to be. It moves counter-clockwise and is divided into 24 hours. It measures the days by starting on the 21st hour of the previous day, or the vesper time, when the monks would engage in a prayer ceremony. In a way, this is a liturgical clock suggesting that the time of life is heading towards the time of Christ, the time of Eternity. This already struck a chord within me, and I knew Amelia still had more to say…The pictures of the Four Prophets or Four Evangelists reside in each corner of the square molding that the clock is situated in, further supporting its religious reference. As you walk through the nave of the church and reach the altar, you will find the last image of the Virgin Mary in a beautiful circular stained glass window twenty-five square meters in diameter. This again depicts Mary’s coronation by Christ, but the fact that there are only two figures within the given dimensions is revolutionary for this time during the 1400s, which frequently were filled with many figures,intricate details, and sophisticaed arrangments of design.

It was this description of the three Mary’s that truly touched me because it describes a journey. You enter the church with Mary in your presence protecting you and guiding you along a vast pavement, but it is you who makes the walk towards your climax, your heaven, and ultimately, reaching God’s eternal salvation. I don’t think it was a coincidence that no one wanted a tour today, but rather it was a way for me to be guided towards the light of God. Having the sight of a delicate light shine through red umber and crimson blue glass is something that visually I don’t think will ever be able to escape my mind.

I am thankful for this current journey I am on, and most of all, I am thankful that the walk I am currently on is heading towards the time of the Eternal.

A smile that never leaves.

There is so much I need to tell, but at this very moment I need to document, mark, literally throw onto a page the joy I have right now. I just spent the last two hours sitting in a little nook in the Accademia Gallery of Florence sketching Michelangelo’s “David.” Yes…THE DAVID! The one and only. I am living in a dream and I’m afraid that I will never want to wake up from it. I am so thankful. I am so blessed. And I am so fortunate to live out this experience.

My morning cappuccino…the barista made me a smiley face in my coffee because he nicknamed me “smiles.” I think it is impossible not to smile here and especially when your morning delights are decorated with bursts of thought! 

My morning cappuccino…the barista made me a smiley face in my coffee because he nicknamed me “smiles.” I think it is impossible not to smile here and especially when your morning delights are decorated with bursts of thought! 

This is the definition of how I feel

This is the definition of how I feel

If only this weekend would never end

It’s Sunday morning. I sit at a round table with emtpy seats, with fruit right before my eyes, with mint tea to my right, and with a bare coating of wine left in the bottles that have been our dinner’s delight. I sit, listening to music, looking ahead, but also thinking. My eyes may wander left, may wander right, up, down, diagonal, sideways, all ways, but my mind is focused on one thing: on family.

My brother’s girlfriend, Andréa, has been living in Rome since September, and this past weekend she came to visit me for her birthday on Friday…it has been the best weekend and the most fun since I stepped foot in this country. Between “bar hopping” (and that doesn’t refer to what we would normally equate bar hopping to, but rather in Italy a “bar” is a place to get coffee and a cornetto or a croissant for breakfast), to shopping, to eating, to laughing and giggling, and to just enjoying the warmth and comfort of someone you love and trust. She is my family, and the more I spend time with her, the more I realize what a treasure family is. I can’t dismiss the wonderful people I am meeting here, but no one can ever replace the soles of my mother, father, brothers, cousins, etc. I miss them, not for what they do for me, but for each of their famous characteristics and even for their idiosyncracies. I miss my brother bickering to me about getting glitter on his car, or my dad’s hysterical comments during a story that never has to do with anything we are currently talking about, or just the daily sermons from my mother that I’ve come to memorize word for word, but love hearing time after time.

I think of them, and always associate my time here with them…my mom would love these shoes!!! My dad would go crazy for this restaurant!!! My brothers…they would find a way for me to pee my pants about my toilet being in my shower!

It is my last day with Andrea, so I am off to our first bar of the day, where I will be getting the best cappuccino I have ever had!

Ci vediamo! Ciao ciao