When it is the time of tomatoes in Furore, Italy, Family Serafina gets busier. They need to pick tomatoes before getting them too much ripe. So they can preserve tomatoes for a whole year before the harvest next year.
Their preservation technic is to bind tomatoes with cotton thread and hang them on the ceiling. I see that in this way, tomatoes can get more air around. So ethylene gas from tomatoes themselves will go away quicker. Indeed, when you keep your tomatoes at home, it helps them stay fresh longer to hang them or separate them from each other.
Giuseppina, a female master of family, says this technic is different from drying. Tomatoes stay quite juicy for a whole year. Some go bad but many tomatoes remain fine.
These tomatoes are used for the tomato sauce of pasta or bruschetta (Italian dish/snack: grilled bread topped with tomatoes etc.) later.
These, for me, are the two most depressing paintings in western history. They were painted by post-impressionist Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, a man who, due to inbreeding, was born with a genetic disorder that prevented his legs from growing after they were broken. After being so thoroughly mocked for is appearance, he became an alcoholic, which is what eventually caused his institutionalization and death. His only known romantic relations were with prostitutes.
And then he paints something like this which is so beautiful and tender and sentimental. It seems like the couple in bed really loves each other—cares about each other. Wakes up happy to look at each other. And I see that love and passion and I wonder how lonely he must have been. I wonder how he could paint something like this without it breaking his heart.
Maybe they say artists should create what they know, not because its unbelievable when they extend themselves beyond their experiences, but because when they pull it off with such elegance, it’s so damn unbearable to look at. I hate thinking of Lautrec, wondering about the lovers he created and knowing it was beyond his experience. Creating something that he knows is beautiful and knows he’ll never really understand.