£6,500
An extract from the artist’s diary:
“Monday, 12 May 1862
My 50th birthday. Rose at 4.20: ― off by 5.15.
Long winding paths through olive groves: then dips & struggles with quite wild places, stuffed with all sorts of underwood, the old olives growing tangly all about … A man passing, & asked the way to Sparterò … superb scenery all about the place … the quiet, warmth, & semishade are delightful … After death perhaps I shall be a tree ― a cloud ― a cabbage ― or silence in the next world: but most possibly an ass … At 1, or 1.30 ― into the Monastery, & drew till 3 ― awfully tortured by fleas, & obliged to stand in the sun all the time. As soon as I got to the sea I bathed ― killing 11 fleas first …”
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An extract from the artist’s diary:
“Monday, 12 May 1862
My 50th birthday. Rose at 4.20: ― off by 5.15.
Long winding paths through olive groves: then dips & struggles with quite wild places, stuffed with all sorts of underwood, the old olives growing tangly all about … A man passing, & asked the way to Sparterò … superb scenery all about the place … the quiet, warmth, & semishade are delightful … After death perhaps I shall be a tree ― a cloud ― a cabbage ― or silence in the next world: but most possibly an ass … At 1, or 1.30 ― into the Monastery, & drew till 3 ― awfully tortured by fleas, & obliged to stand in the sun all the time. As soon as I got to the sea I bathed ― killing 11 fleas first …”