After Tarquinia and our seaside picnic, we had a short bus ride to the Garden of the Taro. Il Giardino dei Tarocchi is every kind of crazy and delightful, egotistical and boring, romantic and frivolous, playful and haunting, and otherwise metaphorically unchallenged. The tens-of-thousands for mirrors are a constantly changing play of fractured reflections. Exhilarating. Exhausting.
Satoko, one of our instructors, took Sean Smith and me under her wing for some lessons. She sat us down as soon as we had the first sculptures in view. She gave us sketching exercises using both hands and then blind-drawing. That got us warmed up and ready to see the rest of the garden. Like imaginary stretching. You may notice that none of my drawings appear here.
To get the official story: http://ilgiardinodeitarocchi.it/en/
