On the Road Again
“Are you packed yet?” I’ve been getting this question a lot lately and the answer is no. Art supplies take up most of the space in my suitcase and I’ll be needing those until the last possible second. My desk … Continued
The Art of Amy D'Apice
“Are you packed yet?” I’ve been getting this question a lot lately and the answer is no. Art supplies take up most of the space in my suitcase and I’ll be needing those until the last possible second. My desk … Continued
Artists, whether or not they admit it, benefit from limitations. In fact, they thrive on limitations. A teacher of mine once referred to this idea as “freedom within a harness.” And he nailed it. Feeling safe and buffered by a … Continued
Writing about art is tricky business. I could easily cook up some fancy language to describe this image, but is that really necessary? Would some well chosen words make you see it better? Like it better? How about some shop … Continued
At Janine’s, Bainbridge Island, Washington, USA How interesting to be a traveler. It’s hard not to compare. In Asia, everything feels fertile and chaotic. In Europe, timeless. Old. And then there’s America (which sounds better, but less accurate, than saying … Continued
At Hotel Stella Maris, Blanas, Spain Sometimes the only available mirror is in the bathroom. This was not the case at Gala’s castle, where I toured the final home of Dali’s feminine counterpart. Every corner, every object, felt like an … Continued
Note from Amy! Thanks for reading my friends. Interested in taking an art class? Click here for info! At Hostel Marina, Cadaquez ,Spain The room was white. This seemed fitting as we were in the “white city” of Cadaquez, situated … Continued
At Carlos and Kim’s, Valencia, Spain Pre-dawn, and the house is asleep. I snuck out in the hall to sketch before setting out to explore the old city. Street lamps were still lit and it was very quiet but for … Continued
AT Nicoline’s, Saint Pere de Ribes, Spain I was enveloped in yellow and blue. We curled around the edge of an amber colored coastline, looking down at an unfathomable expanse of blue Mediterranean. Blonde haired Nicoline sat behind the wheel … Continued
Note from Amy! Thanks for reading my friends. I have some new classes coming up for you or someone you love. Link here! Ina dropped me at the train station with plenty of time to spare. After waving goodbye, I … Continued
AT INA’S in Santa Lucia, Portugal At the start of this trip, I had convinced myself I didn’t need internet on my phone. There’s WiFi everywhere in Europe right? Coffee shops on every corner! Who needs GPS anyway? In my … Continued
Hotel Alnacir, Faro, Portugal When it comes to this blog, my goal is to make a long story short. I’m doing great but obviously you’ll have to take my word for it. At last the time had come to head … Continued
Vincci Baixa, Lisbon Even the most seasoned traveler comes up against the unknown. In this case, it was my next lodging. I had enjoyed my three days of relative calm, but it was time to pack my bags again. Booking … Continued
At the Flores Guesthouse, Lisbon, Portugal Where were we? Or should I say, where was I? When last we talked, I was leaving London, my sister, and covid behind, heading for parts unknown…at least unknown to me. The original plan … Continued
At the W12, Shepherd’s Bush, London Swiping our Oyster cards like locals, we took the Tube across London, eventually arriving at Station Where the Heck are We? Our new location was quite lively (in a sketchy sort of way) and … Continued
Too much luggage. The dress clothes, art supplies, electronics, toiletries, and coffee fixin accoutrement had gained weight apparently…or had I gotten weaker? The answer turned out to be yes. I had picked up a case of Covid on the boat, … Continued
At Geoff and Lorri’s We drove from the port of Southhampton to a small town outside of Guildford, getting lost along the way. I didn’t mind one bit because the passing scenery looked like every pastoral painting of England I’d … Continued
On the Queen Mary 2 We’re on the Queen Mary 2, the world’s last ocean liner. For the curious minded, an ocean liner is built specifically for long and rough voyages, as opposed to a cruise ship which I can … Continued
At Luke’s I slip into the kitchen, quietly, after everyone has gone to sleep. The light is dim and I need to sit on a high stool in order to see myself in the small cupboard mirror. Queens, New York … Continued
It is rare to find anyone, other than myself, in these “In the Mirror” drawings. Only a handful of cameos appear and this is one of them. My big sister Rita holds the sweet spot in the composition for several … Continued
Ah, the Jersey Shore. It’s time for our annual family reunion. We fill the beach house to bursting with anticipation and good will…along with big personalities, creativity, Tasty Cakes, board games, glitter, and a little attitude. It’s all for one … Continued
After a brief reprieve, I’m back to living out of a suitcase. Several in fact. I’ve packed enough for two states, three countries, and an ocean liner, not to mention enough art supplies to go the distance. I will live … Continued
Being “bicontinental” is a little like this image. Wherever I am, part of me resides elsewhere. Days into my Western stay, I feel like a tourist, and yet it’s all utterly familiar. I left belongings here and there. Amy boxes … Continued
Where’s the pause button? I returned from my most recent adventure more than a month ago and haven’t allowed myself five minutes to reflect, let alone think about what I might have learned. My calendar filled up faster than a … Continued
What keeps an artist working? Is it inspiration or a muse? Sometimes it’s far more practical, like an actual job. You know, for the money. Many consider it a pastime, or a passion. Art making can also be about seeking … Continued
Once upon a time, Soi 5 had a big life. It was lined with guest houses and restaurants, massage parlors, and coffee shops. A Thai cooking school sat on one end, adding sounds of laughter and the smell of curry … Continued
It’s quiet in my quarantine. There are no voices, no rattling of dishes or the random cough. From my window, the bustle of Bangkok is like a silent film. I listen for one particular sound-a soft bell signaling a meal … Continued
Whoa. It’s been almost two years since my last blog post. I’m blaming it on the pandemic because… I can. The good news is that I’m alive and doing well! I sure hope you are too. For the past year … Continued