March 26, at 3:30am:
The 6-hour time change has played havoc with my sleep pattern. Ugh! Jet lag is a bear!
I have spent the past week roaming around where I live in the old Jewish section of Rome. I have found the grocery store & have had a wonderful meal at a local Kosher restaurant. I have a large blister on my toe as the reward for my wanderings.
The past week has been an emotional journey of settling into a new place. As I deported the plane in Rome I felt like a flat line as if I were disconnected from my own internal self.
The joy of anticipating the trip became the reality of experiencing a new place. I felt disoriented. Everything is new without any markers to process the stimulation.
I thought of my students’ first week in Savannah last fall.
I wanted to get going on my project. That’s why I am here! But my energy is taken up with finding where the grocery store is located & how to navigate the tiny winding cobble stone lanes that never go in a straight line!
Rome as a sense of place? My body of work for the Sabbatical Grant?
My answer is to draw as a means to visually connect to myself & my surroundings.
Right now it doesn’t matter what I draw, just so long as I am drawing.
Working is my connection, not the product.