And the seasons begin to cycle as each day brings another spur for vulnerability, another adieu and another resolution to self vis-a-vis composer Paul of the bidirectionality of time in circles.
The history of Rome traced through food and its conduits, followed by Fritz’s gorgeous installations of aperitifs & dinner in roof tiles moving the crowd from orto to cortile, lit by a chandelier of twig & leaf, Mona finally sitting down to eat with us: and having through it all to come face to face […]
Eggplant and mint, we taste, so much more exquisite than is photographable—overseen by as-ever enthralling epitaphs glimpsed anew in this quotidian dream that taunt us with the desire to know more and more language, and with the need for time, insatiable.
On Thursday, April 28 at 8 PM in the cortile of the McKim, Mead and White Building at the American Academy in Rome, there will be an opening reception for a collaborative installation titled X LOCUS, featuring environmental media by Founders Rome Prize winners in Architecture Ersela Kripa and Stephen Mueller, sound by Elliott Carter […]
Miles, who is interning at the Rome Sustainable Food Project, this morning on the state of the Janiculum before this hill’s development—one in a chorus of marvelful voices wending their ways into and out of my Edenic ex-tavern of a studio, to be poured into our courtyard installation: Defining la cucina povera, “poor cuisine,” of […]
And modes of admiration preconsumption, play: blood orange & grapefruit granita with prosecco gelatin and whipped cream, begging to be shook.
The fine art of orecchiette-rolling and -inverting as demonstrated by Gio’s acquainted hands, and attendant fantasies of Canadian peace armies inspired in one boy’s dissident shaping of gnocchi: “pasta always leads to politics,” says Miles—apparently also to psychology, and to art.
Giovanni Bernabei, “il contadino che ispirò Obama,” in San Giovanni Incarico on permaculture (though it’s Mona Talbott who teaches us this term) & why certain microspecies (he calls “dialects”) of salad, in trace amounts toxic, also nourish, mollify, put us to sleep. Midnight blunt to memory and laceration in the tissue of what ties one […]