Tuscan Churches and a Personal Revelation

Tuscan Churches - photography by www.paolathomas.com

You would be hard pushed to find a less religious person than me but I do adore a good church.  Particularly a good European church where the very stone has been engraved by centuries if not millenia of stories and ghosts, joys and sufferings. Even the air seems full of other peoples’ memories somehow.

Tuscan Churches - photography by www.paolathomas.com

Tuscan Churches - photography by www.paolathomas.com Tuscan Churches - photography by www.paolathomas.com

Tuscan Churches - photography by www.paolathomas.com

We were lucky enough on our Tuscan travels to visit a number of ancient churches and abbeys, whose spare, austere, stripped down beauty made a moving contrast to the overwhelming rococo splendours of those various cathedrals and duomos commissioned mainly to celebrate the wealth and prestige of that particular city’s inhabitants.

Tuscan Churches - photography by www.paolathomas.com

Tuscan Churches - photography by www.paolathomas.com

I also had a bit of a revelation on this trip, one that hit me with an almost spiritual force, the discovery – thanks to Jamie Schler’s patient tutelage –  that I can write, that I might even be a good writer, but it’s so much easier for me to hide behind a rococo façade of sarcasm and terrible puns. I learned that I’m scared of seeming pretentious and inauthentic when I write, but that good writing involves writing from the heart and making oneself vulnerable and for me that is difficult in the extreme. I don’t consider myself to be particularly emotional, and find delving even a little deeper into my own thoughts and feelings – getting down to the soft person beneath the hard, snarky carapace – to be almost completely terrifying.

I’m not sure what I’m going to do with this newfound knowledge. It’s currently percolating around in my brain. But expect some attempts at some more ‘writerly’ writing on this blog in the future. And even saying that out loud scares the bejeebus out of me.

Tuscan Churches - photography by www.paolathomas.com

In the meantime, back to churches (this is all going to make sense soon I promise).

On our trip to the Renaissance town of Pienza we were given the task of thinking about a person, a colour, a sound, an emotion and a smell, and then for a quick fifteen minute assignment weaving them all into a small composition. I don’t think it’s any coincidence that I chose to write about a church as they’re some of the places where, despite my lack of belief, I feel most emotionally responsive and vulnerable, yet also most comfortable and at peace.

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“I looked up at the stone walls of the cathedral – centuries old, they were a symphony of soft neutral colours – faded ochre stone, soft mushroom brown wood, the pale rose of ancient terracotta – which all combined to create that colour watercolourists know as raw Sienna, a colour which I finally found myself fully understanding, since these golden walls stood only a few kilometres from Siena itself.

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Outside a tall, spare, white-haired man, in a neatly pressed black suit and a white dog collar, walked from the church towards the other side of the piazza. He unfurled a gigantic handkerchief as white as his hair, blew his nose extravagantly and glared at me, as if daring me to whip out my camera. Then he proceeded with hurried steps to the raw Sienna building across the square, opened the antique wooden door and disappeared into the shadowy depths of what I assumed was his home.

Tuscan Churches - photography by www.paolathomas.com

I, on the other hand, entered through the antique wooden door which led into the cathedral and was immediately assailed by the scent of old churches – that indescribably potent mixture of incense and beeswax, of flowers and damp, of the small homage of careful cleanliness and floral tributes, still somehow weighted with the dust of centuries.

Tuscan Churches - photography by www.paolathomas.com

I’ve only ever smelled that smell in Europe, never in America, and at once I was overwhelmed with nostalgia for a world full of old things and history, for tradition and timelessness, for stories stretching back century after century, for the Old World, for my world, for home.”

Tuscan Churches - photography by www.paolathomas.com

Tuscan Churches - photography by www.paolathomas.com

Tuscan Churches - photography by www.paolathomas.com

Tuscan Churches - photography by www.paolathomas.com

With many thanks to the Abbey of Sant’Anna in Camprena (location apparently for many scenes from the English Patient) ; the Abbey of Sant’Antimo; the Duomo di Sovana; the Church of Santa Maria, also in Sovana; Pienza Cathedral, the Church of San Francesco, also in Pienza for helping me illustrate this post.

Join me here for some Tuscan Street Photography.

I think I need a lie down after all that. I’m sure we’ll get back to our regularly scheduled snark very soon.

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  1. says

    is it that you fear that people won’t feel that your writing will be genuine, because they know your blogging voice of snark too well? i didn’t think of your writing about the church as being from a different person, you’re still in there and while you’re coming from a different angle i don’t think it makes you any less authentic. maybe you could categorise your writing separately on your site to encourage you and in some way suppress the snark you are worried will come out? not that i’m an expert or anything, just trying to be helpful 🙂

    • says

      I think you’ve hit the nail RIGHT on the head actually. I try and write here as a I speak and my blogging ‘voice’ comes naturally. The writing ‘voice’ not so much – and I worry that it seems forced and contrived and full of the pretension that I find so false in other people.

      But thanks for saying that they seem to be coming from the same place – that means a lot… and please feel free to laugh at me if I get too ‘Pseuds’ Corner’ on you all…

  2. Marisa says

    I loved reading this post Paola. I definitely think sharing the more thoughtful and vulnerable parts of ourselves can be a terrifying proposition. And yes, some people may misinterpret something that came from a real and genuine sentiment. I know for a fact that at times people may think me a fool for the thoughts that I’ve shared. But ultimately, I feel it is a risk that we need to take as I believe that we human creatures are here to find and foster deeper connections with one another. And the only way to really do that is to drill down a bit deeper and share at least a little of what we find down there. So I, for one, look very much forward to reading more of those writerly thoughts of yours 🙂 And fabulous photos – those chapels look perfectly lovely and serene. There really is no place like Italy, is there?

    • says

      Wow you chaps are insightful. You are absolutely right, now I come to think of it, it’s ‘being thought a fool’ which is the scary part. The snarky voice and persona protects a bit against that.

      And those churches were definitely super inspirin. I’m not fond of a lot of churches I’ve seen in Italy, they can be so ornate and over the top sometimes. But these ones were different. Very old and coincidentally sort of stripped down to their essential, authentic elements too. Hmmm. Even more food for thought now.

  3. says

    Marisa has said very well what I was thinking as I read your post. Authenticity is always scary because being yourself by definition separates you from the others you look to for love and security. Unfortunately, art requires authenticity. Yikes.

  4. says

    Lovely, all of it lovely, words and photos. Understand that the two together, all in the same shade and mood, work better together than one or the other alone. I am so thrilled (a word that Ilva hates when I use) that I played a hand in opening your eyes to writing and helping you to understand the power and talent you have, inciting you to find your confidence. And thank you for this beautiful, elegant, warming trip through the churches of Tuscany.

    • says

      I think that’s what I’m starting to understand. That maybe I’m capable of doing both words and photos to a standard where they enhance each other and don’t detract.Thanks again for all your encouragement. It means the world. ( Also ‘thrilled’ is good 🙂 .)

  5. Bianca says

    You’ve captured the beautiful serenity and contemplative mood I so often feel when I sit in these less austere churches. The stone work is fabulous and the light and field of vision, choice.

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