Everywhere I looked I saw domes. With that gorgeous blue-green patina. It was almost impossible to look up and not see a dome. Either right by me.
Or far in the distance. Like in this vista at the Roman Forum.
I never tired of drawing those domes. Sketched from the top of the Spanish Steps in Rome one evening.
And then again a second day.
And again at the Roman Forum, with my fun rainbow pencil.
In Venice from the train Station, the majestic San Simeone Piccolo church.
But of all the incredible domes I saw, one really stood out and I sketched it over and over. That dome, coming up next.