Italian Art Isn’t limited to the Walls
I don’t consider myself an art connoisseur. I can’t rhyme off any of Rembrandt’s or Picasso’s works and when you say Michelangelo the first thing I think of is the ninja turtle, not the artist.
Still, when something is beautiful, I mean really, really beautiful, I feel it. I get the goosebumps. I drink it in with my eyes and then I feel as full as I do when I’ve eaten a great meal or read a great piece of writing. I’m always blown away by passion- in any form.
It makes Italy a good place for me. From the buildings you pass on the street to the restored gems tucked behind ropes and alarms, it is a country that is living in its art. And as you walk among the incredible architecturally stunning buildings you have no choice but to (at least) look twice.
Mantua and Sabbioneta| Italian Art
Over the last few days in Mantua and Sabionetta I’ve
seen it. felt it.
You pass frescoes on banks as you run out for simple errands. And in the museums there are paintings and sculptures so detailed you can’t help but admire the artist, even if only for the amount of time it must’ve taken them to do it.
But there’s something else I’ve learned about Italian Art. While the artists of old enjoyed their walls, they loved their ceilings. I find myself constantly in awe of the detail and magnificence of them. Churches and palaces hold the best ones, but even simple places hold incredible treasures…if you remember to look up.
It makes perfect sense in these rooms where people of old likely laid in bed, or on lounges and had time to drink in the Italian art.
But in this day and age when our attention spans are short and our time for indulgence even shorter, I’m constantly reminded here that walking out of a room without looking up, is to miss a chance to live the moment to its fullest.
And that in turn has me thinking about what else we’re missing. Heads down, staring at our phones or computer screens, choosing to share but not necessarily to be present… I’m guilty. These last few days have reminded me to put it down and take it in. The moments don’t wait. It is up to us to stop and look up or risk missing them entirely.
Disclosure: My trip to Italy is a part of the #Blog Ville campaign, managed by iambassador in partnership with the Emilia-Romagna tourism board and the Regione Lombardia.
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