(Written yesterday) Here I am again at the Oblate loggia at the library, again at the first table right in front of Brunelleschi’s dome. I can almost reach out and touch the red tiles and white buttresses that hold it together and give it strength and assurance that it will not fall apart or cave in. Maybe that’s why I return again and again. I’ve been coming here for the past few mornings to write for a few hours, sipping a cappuccino and munching a brioche as I down at the screen and up at the dome, just a kiss away. I can’t take my eyes off it, but why should I? Today is my last day writing under this architectural marvel, this historical structure and cultural harbinger of the Quattro Cento (15th century).
Of course I can find all of that information in guide books and historical treaties, but what about the personal alchemy between me and the Duomo? I feel Brunelleschi determination, perseverance, intellectual prowess, sense of beauty and resolute spirit, which is why I come here to write and why I dream to come back here again and again. Brunelleschi, my hero!
Of course I can find all of that information in guide books and historical treaties, but what about the personal alchemy between me and the Duomo? I feel Brunelleschi determination, perseverance, intellectual prowess, sense of beauty and resolute spirit, which is why I come here to write and why I dream to come back here again and again. Brunelleschi, my hero!