An Artist’s Guide to the Zen of Chaos

Twelve weeks of slippage. Mamma mia.

It started in April, back when I was living in Florence, naïve and hopeful. I told them September 26th because that was the date I wanted- voglio. The Italians, in their infinite kindness (and desire to avoid disappointing me way back then), simply agreed. I didn’t know then that they would rather agree to a fantasy than upset me with reality. So, when I moved to Salento in July, I believed in September. I believed in it right up until September 1st. Then I believed in October 20th. Then November 16th, then the 26th, then December 1st… and now, here we are: December 5th.