I made several visits to Il Poggio over a period of four or five years--an always welcome part-time unpaid worker-- and I eventually accumulated enough finished pottery objects to have a one-man show in Elisabetta's gallery.
I thought it would be more interesting to have some artwork made by the other artists at Il Poggio, so my show was not a strictly one-man affair.
One of the young German woman potters also did clever needlework--decorating old blue jeans and shirts which I thought was very interesting--so I asked her to show some of her creations along with mine.
Elisabetta's sister Dora did some very unusual animal decorations on-ceramic plates and large salad bowls--so I asked her to show some of her work too.
Occasionally Elisabetta would make suggestions to me about the exhibition and about what to include and the show shaped up into a nice eclectic selection of work, but she left me pretty much alone to do what I wanted.
There was no stress or pressure at all in the preparation and I was quite oblivious to the passage of time at Il Poggio--doing my usual chores and adding to the show pieces as I wanted.
One afternoon Elisabetta asked me to carry some trays of sandwiches and fresh fruit out to the gallery and I was happy to comply.
"Who are these things for?" I asked her.
"For the opening of your show this evening. I have invited some of my friends which I think would like to see your exhibition."
Of course she had told me the date of my show, but I had so completely lost track of calendar time that I didn't even know that my big evening had arrived!
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