Today is the first day of summer. I was sitting on the terrace watching laundry and wisteria shadows blowing in the breeze when a riot of Sunday bells exploded into the air over Venice. The deep, steady voice of the bell of San Marco was surrounded by all the parish church bells calling to the city, and these were intertwined with the sounds of boat motors, oars splashing, water, voices calling, and bird song. I painted it.
