In a black album with gold lettering, a group of miniature water colors.
At the brocantes there are plenty of boxes to look through with bundles of lace to untie, books dating back to the 1700s, dishes stacked, odd bits tucked inside for safe keeping, and pieces that have been passed down over the years. Those boxes overflow with abundance of history, charm and mystery.
In a box there was an album, opening it I found these miniature watercolors, someone's artist journal of their journey along the country's coast.
"Ponza is the largest island of the Italian Pontine Islands archipelago, located 33 km south of Cape Circeo in the Tyrrhenian Sea. It is also the name of the commune of the island, a part of the province of Latina in the Lazio region."
I have taken a few photos to share. The color palette is true to the same tones throughout:
Brown, blues, pale green, hints of pink...
Playing a song at sunset.
If you click on the images they will enlarge.
Gathering water at the well.
Does this say Lover's de Lane?
Was the painter like me confusing English and French?
Sitting by the seaside, with a few dabs of paint, some paintbrushes and a seashell with water.
I use to think, "How did someone let this go? Why didn't this stay in the family." But as we know, life has a way of change courses. Some things get lost in the shuffle. I like to think I am saving these things, and sending them to a happy place outside of box.
Letting the story breath life.