Damage done to many of the ruins, castles, and palaces for the most part was not weather or even war related (this is especially true in southern Tuscany). Towns would get abandoned by the plague, poor crops, better commerce elsewhere and those that came later would need building materials for their homes. Imagine the wealth of stone and marble left behind. The thought of a former ruler’s bedroom wall now being used for a farmer or fishmonger’s home seems to bring balance into the equation. Not justice, just balance. I feel that, though they were on some level bringing about a blank spot in a future architectural historian’s mind, their act of pillage and plunder for survival is as significant to history as the Medici’s. Repopulating a place of lonely stone with flesh, voice, food, life.
I want to take a lesson from these foragers. Find some brilliant structure of my past and refashion it to my present day self. Lost love becomes poetry. Forgotten fears become strength. Dreams I have not dared to touch somehow reach back out and tug, pull, force my hand again. Wouldn’t it be nice to stumble on our rough stone, look out to see it jutting into our psyche’s landscape and grasp the potential?
Happy Valentine’s Day.