by cheri sabraw
I haven’t been to Lake Como but my grandson Noah traveled there this summer and took a lovely photo reference for his grandmother to try to paint.
This is the second version. As you can tell, I am no architect and any buildings I paint seem to have a wiggly quality to them.
I like this painting very much.
Although it is only 9×12, the world it portrays is mural size.
Walking down that shaded cobblestone pathway toward a beach with that view of the lake and boaters puts me in Italy now.
It is the late afternoon. The wind has come up. Sailboats leave their moorings. Motorboats retreat to their berths. If you turn right, in front of the watermelon-colored building, there will be outdoor chairs and small tables with young lovers sipping wine. Old marrieds are having espressos in the hopes that they will get a second wind for the late dinners that Italians love to serve.
The last vestiges of the sun warm the upstairs windows on the right.
The trees and bushes along the pathway are healthy and fresh. If you look carefully you will see rosemary in a box by the restaurant. The aroma of sauteed garlic comes from the restaurant in the butternut squash-colored building by the beach.
I choose to have wine instead of espresso.