The old man told us that we should start collecting artwork once we get to Venice. It’s so hard to decide whose work to get. I saw some captivating paintings by a man named Titian today. He was a master of light and color, grinding his pigments much finer than his predecessors. I saw a picture of portrait of Isabella d’Este; Titian painted the textures so believably. I also saw The Pastoral Concert, inspired by something called poetry. I’ve got to check out this poetry stuff!
I’m voting for a view painting by Canaletto. The work is so accurate, and it was common for Grand Tourists to buy these souvenirs of their trip.
I’ve changed my mind. I want something with some action. I saw Veronese’s Feast in the House of Levi with the drunkards, dwarfs, and Germans—at least that’s what I read. Anyway, I like the movement of the people; their body gestures aren’t feminine and elegant. The colors are more masculine, too, with browns and deep blues. This is a man’s painting—it looks like a ‘par-tay.’
Before we left this part of Italy, we visited the Villa Rotunda by Palladio. In comparison to our world, this villa is so grand. We typically live in apartments in very plain buildings. I’ve never even seen columns before—our guide had to tell us what this was. I love the interior; it’s so symmetrical. But on the other hand, this place would be horrible to dust—all that molding—and the natural light does not hide the dust!
We went to the Villa Rotunda today. Claire loved the garden, but she saw a bird and screamed. We don’t have these back home. Our guide must think that we are idiots; he has to explain so much to us. I really liked the villa. The emphasis is on the architecture and not on the furnishings.