The tourist marvels at the intricate figures and stories on carved stone columns in Rome,
Imagining a stonemason/carver scooped up by the Roman Legions and brought as a slave with his family alongside for his ‘new’ life,
He pictures the artisan/slave at work chiselling when a small stone chip flies up hitting his eye.
He lives nearby and walks home to his hut, where his wife daubs at his eye with a cloth, removing the object.
The tourist turns to go, and after walking a few seconds,
Sees a couple involved in some first aid type of situation.
The man is wearing a camera around his neck,
And the woman is wiping at his eye with a handkerchief.
The tourist tells his traveling companion about this coincidence and she says ‘Maybe they’re not here.’
I’m remembering a trip to Italy in 2001 like it just happened.
I wasn’t originally involved in what turned out to be an Italian-Canadian art education initiative: a visual artist and a musician visiting schools in the north (near Bologna) and the south (Pozzuoli – on the coast south of Naples).
It was soon after 9-1-1 and I think somebody got cold feet.
In spite of being stressed about the idea of flying I took the advice given, such as, Are you crazy? Pass up a paid trip to Italy?
It was of course amazing.
The synchronicity of this event has puzzled me ever since.
Archival ink drawing in my Moleskin sketchbook & details of Roman sculpture (Wikipedia)