I don't have a Fiat or a Lamborghini. Heck, I don't even drive.
That doesn't mean I haven't travelled to Italy using other vehicles.
Is it the flamboyance or the apparent order that makes sculpture so romantic?
There is not necessarily alot of either in sun-drenched Terra Australis Incognita ( 'Cognita'? ).
There are rocks and chains and shackles wherever you are.
An Italian garden may have its grandiose scale or its gaudy flower-pots. Nothing is different here, except time, which may be much older, if less recorded.
This section of a tree has antecedents stretching back far further than known history. The garden has a renaissance every day.
I like to have pieces around the garden that both disturb and complement it.
This is not an early Italian piece of engineering, but an Australian work-bench.
You have to look out for artefacts: you can never be sure if they've come up out of a volcano or a factory.
Joyously, both Italy and Australia have landscapes and flora that promise renewal ( renascita ). The sun is strong in both countries. It has highlighted a magnificent civilisation in one, and it has blazed over the raw subtlety of the other.