Gregg: That’s a difficult question, as I consider the whole month in Rome a singular, continuous experience. There was so much history and art (and incredible food) surrounding me at all times. I have mental highlights from the museum at Palazzo Massimo, discussions about Philip Guston and Cezanne while I painted at the Forum, purposely getting lost and using the fragmented Italian I had picked up in order find my way back to the apartment, and a heart-wrenching feeling while exploring and painting at Pompeii, which was triggered by being somewhere that time seemed to have frozen but the world around it kept moving on. I also remember trying to make it to Ponte Sant’Angelo at sunrise and sunset whenever possible just to watch the sunlight play on the Bernini angels, and getting absorbed into the details of any Caravaggio painting.