“In the process of recreating with our own hands what lies before our eyes, we seem naturally to evolve from observing beauty in a loose way to possessing a deep understanding of its constituent parts and hence more secure memories of it.”—Ruskin
I took a picture of this arched doorway in Trastevere focused on its graffiti. When I sketched it, I noticed the hearts in iron over the double doors. Big hearts with smaller inverted hearts inside, free of spray paint, mock the mess underneath. The solid dark behind crisp metal lines is cool in its cleaness, a confusing dichotomy of suggested warmth and cold. The “process of recreating” this image asked for more than seeing and naming what was in front of me. Each component popped out of hiding and added its paragraph to the story.