"Una piazza, e una piazza, e una piazza"
In Italy, one wanders around the city, getting lost in una piazza - in order to find oneself. The art of sitting and being alone with one's thoughts is lost to so many, especially in this hyper age. The photos are worth thousands of words, so I will let them speak...
Though aesthetics and styles vary slightly, our structures and forms have not evolved so dramatically. Buildings still have four walls. Clothing still cover most of our bodies, made out of similar materials as they have for the past how-many centuries... Modes of transportation remain the same - I mean, who needs to reinvent the wheel?
I never fully comprehend how recent one, two, or even many hundred years ago truly was. These treasures - these buildings provide a tangible sense of our ancestors, of our history. Our similarities far outweigh the superficial differences between people, and cultures.
I cherish a similar experience while singing the music from the Baroque, Classical, and contemporary periods; as with every other artist - whether musician or otherwise. Isn't art seeking to express the beautifully terrifying unknown and purpose of our existence?