Colorful companion to my memoir The Incompetent Psychic
One of Tony’s fellow aspiring archaeologists returned from an expedition in southern Italy. They had uncovered the ruins of a guard tower from the Etruscan civilization back before Romulus and Remus invented Rome. In that guard tower was a crumpled fresco. The plaster pieces were covered with artwork in a child-like style — a hundred broken bits the size of jig saw pieces. They seemed to depict parts of a village, woodlands and the sea. Each shard had been photographed and I got the job to recreate the mural by filling in how it might have looked, using the broken plaster clues as starting points.
I knew that primitive style. I remembered the people, the fish and the foliage as they were magically recreated. It had been a past life rich in creativity and abundance, and I wanted it in this life as well. I was pretty sure it wasn’t going to happen in Ithaca, New York. — From Chapter 4
This illustration is a recreation of my recreation. The rendering I did in 1978 is lost to a previous century, as is so much of my early art. The cost of cameras, film and developing was beyond my budget for many years. As a break from editing my memoir last summer, I hung out on my porch in the woods of Woodstock with my chihuahua and colored pencils. Drawing this image a second time four decades later reconnected me with that warm, abundant Etruscan lifetime. This time the satisfaction that I’ve accomplished so much was a feeling more serene than that long ago first version when I longed for so much.
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