The artist’s life is not “The Artist’s Life”

Venice is a labyrinthine landscape — narrow stone walkways twisting alongside jade green canals. On both the occasions in which I was fortunate enough to travel in Venice, I’ve felt a deep calm settle over me.

“I could live here,” I told my friend while we wound our way through the city. How easy it was to imagine a different kind of life while wandering around getting comfortably lost…