As May unfolds in Sicily, I keep returning to the idea of homes without doors. The sea near Tre Fontane was unusually quiet last week — and I wondered, as I often do, what it means to truly arrive somewhere.
Thank you for reading.
– Anna
Titel: The Houses That Wait
Pullquote:“It’s not a memory. It’s a presence.”
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In southern Sicily, near a grove of olive trees, there’s a house I’ve painted more times than I can count. It doesn’t belong to anyone. It stands there, stubborn and silent, not asking to be understood.
What is it about these structures that call us back — again and again — to the canvas?
They aren’t nostalgic. They aren’t even remembered. They’re imagined shelters — abstract symbols of protection, longing, or maybe even obsession.
Painting/Artwork of the week/Month/Object of the mont
Titel: A Stone from the shoreling
I picked it up in February. It was cold, round, and surprisingly heavy for its size. It hasn’t left my desk since.
“Home is not where you live, but where you are understood.” – Christian Morgenstern
Past Newsletter Houses & Art Magazine No xx May 2025
(Glöm inte att länka!)
Thanks for joining me this month.
See you in the next letter — from the hills, the sea, or the studio.