36 hours with very little sleep involved. I went from the European Montana straight into the gay arms of my Montana friend, Kyle.
On the train to Rome from Zurich, I sketched some sleepy Italıans and met an aged gentleman, Gian, who told me about the American FLUXUS group of the 60s. His wife is friends with a gallerist and they knew many of the FLUXUS artists. Artists concerned with LIVING an artful existence and making art public. All things that I can relate to - so I gave him my card and asked him to look at my work. I hope that I get an honest critique.
As soon as I arrıved at Roma Termini and found Kyle (a miracle, really, as he did not have a phone and my train arrived on a different track than it said it would), we went back to his appartamento perfetto on Vicolo del Bologne where a dinner party was about to begin. I had not eaten much during the train ride and as it was so warm the cool white wine offered went down easily and rapidly. We popped open bottles of champagne, Kyle styled my hair (apparently it was a mess from the trainride), and a gang of 7-10 Montanans set out on the streets of Rome. We danced on bridges to the tunes of street performers, went to a club, went swimming in multiple fountains, and finished with street art a la Berlin (tape art) - the four remaining souls, Kyle, Andy, Ethan, and myself created self portraits. True to myself, I depicted myself with arms spread, legs together and feet pointed downard - forever crucified.
If any of you could tell me why I always portray myself as crucified, I would love to hear what you have to say...email me!
(Not to toot my own horn, but I have exciting news! My stats say that on average 200 unique visitors browse my site per day - AND - Kyle´s flatmate, Ethan, said that he had been following my blog!)
Before Rome I had called someone, a great love, my home. He was my home, and his love was the stability and joy a home holds. During my visit to Rome, I lost this home. Now, I am struggling with what home means. I had found bits of home in the landscape of Zurich, in the rich colors and history of Rome, and in the presence of familiar Montana folk.
What is this elusive home? Where is it?
Kyle was my gay sugar daddy for the duration of my visit, hoping to cheer my soul up. We had DELICIOUS gelato, cool cidar in a pub after wandering about Rome, window-shopping (a perfect activity for a gay sugar daddy and a gal) and catching up. I sketched while he was at a farewell dinner, met an Italian lawyer, then met up with Kyle and the other folk for a pizza meal. After haggling the price with a fellow traveler, Sam, he agreed to pay for my dinner in exchange for the sketch I had done earlier in the day. This is the second meal that I have paid for with art - not so bad! Afterwards, we sat by the Trevi and watched the water dive from the marble and into the pool below, half-expecting to see the statues come to life. Kyle and I spent the entire night walking around Rome, two friends from the past passing points of the past but living entirely in the present.
Hours later, I said goodbye and boarded a plane to İstanbul, Turkey, praying that I would find my way to my Turkish friend of a friend, Ozgun, not being able to even BARELY speak or read the language...