it's been a good while since we've had much to say on this here writing space, and i feel rather overwhelmed sitting here staring at the screen, wondering where to begin. it's all fun stuff, little bits and pieces of the last month that have given us great joy. joe and i were able to take two weeks off from work this past month and do a bit of vacationing. it was the most perfect rest - we didn't "go" anywhere in particular, but did a million little things, slept in a ton, read books, strolled down streets, and generally lollygagged around. in fact, we've been so disconnected to anything techie that i feel a little rusty. isn't that nice? that's when you know you've successfully gotten away. :) it was exactly what we needed, and we see God's kindness to us in it. there'll be plenty to see here in the next month as i aspire to get it all documented - probably more than one could care to read.
so the first random entry is about a man named Steve Kalar. he's been mom's "cousin steve" for, like, 50 years. they grew up together, their grandmothers living next door to one another, and providing many a summer afternoon for steve and my mom to finger paint, ride bikes, and generally terrorize the neighborhood like any jolly cousins would do. well, steve grew up and became an artist...a really good artist. like, the kind of artist whose paintings have caught the attention of italy and have managed to get him invited to this country's prestigious art society called "The House of Dante". he is the first american to ever be invited to this standing. italy loves him because he has spent his life capturing the "open market" of their old-world culture in oil and canvas, a culture that has fast dissapeared. thus, he has document their history, and they love him for it. and though america hasn't heard of him (like it's heard of thomas kinkade or somebody), he's certainly making waves in europe. his five-year european tour will begin in 2011.
his mom, fern, was my grandma's best friend growing up, and so our people go way back with his people. :) so steve and fern came to visit us, my mom and he reliving all the fun memories of their childhood. over the years, steve has given us several copies of his paintings, which we learned are worth about $2,000 each. but that's nothing! my great aunt and uncle bought one of his original paintings about 30 years ago or so that, at that time, cost them a whopping $350. steve told us now that it's worth $25,000! isn't that kind of crazy - i mean, for a guy who's still alive?? i can't even imagine how much his stuff will be worth when he's, well, not alive!
beside painting canvases, he also paints walls and ceilings for million dollar homes, billion dollar wine-tasting rooms, and little french pastry shops alike. he told us to go see the little bakery that was opened by his french friends, and so we did. we took pictures of some of his art that's a part of the building, and in the building too. it was such a treat to visit with him. he honestly lives in quite a different world than we do. and he speaks fluent italian. it was fun to be a part of it all for a few days. :)
he signs his name even on every painting of course, but for some reason i was tickled by his name even on the side of a building.
here's us with the man
he's also got a ton of his paintings hanging up inside the shop. oh, and their pastries, made by real-live french folk, were good too. but, i'm sorry to say, they weren't as good as zume! ah, zume - the catalyst of my 20 pound weight gain in our last days in moscow. ;) i am happy to know that my husband can never again bring home day-old morning buns, and opera cakes...and ham & greyere croissants...and challah sticky buns...and croque monsieurs...and...oh heavens. yes, those were dangerous days.