Status Updates From Dancing Ledge

'Ayios-Nikolaos—nearly blind—charming, old-fashioned—He’s the wicked old man of the town—sits in his chair on the beach, tells wartime stories like a comic hero—He has never asked us what we are doing here, courtesy forbids—we have been made welcome like this in every village in Greece. Grapes, rough bread, ouzo + wine are given + exchanged—everyone refuses money—we brought so little we seem to have spent barely any'

'Caravaggio, the theatrical hard boy fades into—chiaroscuro, the light+dark of his schizoid vision—artichokes thrown at waiters—murders Ranuccio Thomasoni (his lover?) after a game of tennis then goes on the run.

—paintings—severed head of Goliath which the young David holds in his hand—the artist’s own. David is not pretty—a rough little number, one of those Roman street boys who continually sought ‘perfection’.'