I went back to that Italy journal for this first page, again letting the faces that wanted to leap out do that. Again the Bride, and then a stone carving from an abandoned village, a lace-making lettuce -growing woman who talked to us one afternoon and then pulled up three giant heads of lettuce and gave them to us for our cena (dinner) . Also on this page, my friend E when she visited us that summer, and a man from the village that I always talked to but could not understand very well because he had such a different accent.
On this page I drew P while he took a nap. The first drawing (2685) looks like Egon Schiele gone bad. Under that one the angle is odd, but I like some aspects of the drawing; and on the right is a pretty successful drawing. P, unlike the cats, doesn't flip and flop and twitch and turn while he sleeps.