A Venetian Dream

From the moment you step out of the Santa Lucia Train Station, a strong feeling overpowers you as if you had traveled back in time and clocked figures in Pantalone’s mask should appear any minute.

The key to unlock the magic of Venice is to let go of control, wonder the labyrinth of its canals and inevitably get lost. For when you lose yourself, you are easily guided by the Divine Providence to exactly what you need.

A few days on the Laguna will fill you with all the inspiration one heart can bare and, leaving behind the dark silhouette of the city against a golden-pink sunset, all the melancholy of place you never really belonged to, but that became truly yours nevertheless.

The quality of mercy is not strain’d,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest;
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes – The Mearchant of Venice by W. Shakespear

Lonely Ride on the canal by Marika Curiale
Lonely Ride on the canal by Marika Curiale
Caffe Florian - Piazza San Marco by Marika Curiale
Caffe Florian – Piazza San Marco by Marika Curiale

Canal Grande by Marika CurialeCanal Grande by Marika Curiale

Marwick Head

Moving resurfaces memories… it’s inevitable. As I was putting away some of the few left over boxes, I have found old pictures from my Scottish years… Decided to use some of them for artwork. This is Marwick Head on the Orkney Islands… not exactly the best reproduction, but it’s my first stab at moving water, ocean waves (!!!).. so I am quite happy with it.

Wild Waters by Marika Curiale
Wild Waters by Marika Curiale
Marwick Head by Marika Curiale
Marwick Head by Marika Curiale