Some details but not all…

Let’s gander at My Self-portrait while I devise an explanation about myself…

OK… thought of how to do it…

I was born at the ungodly hour of 2:38 AM in Denver, Colorado on the 7th of September 1952. My tour-of-duty in Denver was brief… 6 months… thanks to the dictates of Corporate Displacement. About every 3 years we moved to another city… Portland, Denver again, Boston, Chicago, Atlanta. I elected to return & stay put in Atlanta after graduating from the University of Denver with a B.F.A. Degree in Painting. 3 stints in the City of My Birth. Tried a career in retail. The lasting imprint of those experiences was a love of fashion. Perhaps, not enough. I was determined to stay where I was. Wanted roots more than love. I went back to school and graduated from Georgia State University with a M.F.A. Degree in Interior Design. Space planned for Corporate America. Boring dictates. Life was not working out. A Big Change was necessary. Try fashion, Forrest… in Italy! The initiative seemed less daunting than NYC. I came over on TWA to do just that.

Ended up as a footwear designer for 12 years. Tons of shoes under that bridge.

Tired of the constant travel, having friends always in other cities than where I supposedly hung My Hat and no Squeeze to come home to, I quit, left Zurich, where I was living & working at the time, and moved to Florence, Italy. Life got interesting. Met You almost immediately. A blind date. Funny. He’s an eye doctor. Our courtship lasted a year. Life got even more interesting. Bought & moved to an apartment with You in Genoa, Italy. Bought the cantina of a 16th Century palazzo in the city’s Historic District for a studio. Made art, had a few shows, messed around, etc.

You & I then bought & moved into a loft in a 30s palazzo off the port of Genoa. Though spacious & grand, it was 3 flights up. I wanted a piece of Italian territory to call my own. Discovering the Lunigiana through a friend and realizing it was within My Father’s Law of driving less than 1 1/2 to get there, I house-hunted until… well, until Destiny took over by steering me to Codiponte, Italy and il Poggiolo. Thus, this blog.

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