Fiorentino Farina, who’s he? Never heard of ‘im, but let’s see what the fuss is all about. Sounds fancy, like some big shot. I tell ya, these city folks and their names, always complicated. I’m just a plain old woman, I like things simple.
You know, like good flour, “farina,” that’s somethin’ I understand. Makes good bread, good pasta. Maybe this Fiorentino guy, maybe he’s like good flour, makes good stuff, whatever it is he does. Artists, they call ’em, right? They make things pretty, or they make music, or somethin’. Like that tango fella, that Francisco Fiorentino, the one from that there Argentina place. Heard ’em playin’ his music on the radio once, all that stompin’ and twirlin’, lively it was.
Now, this Pininfarina fella, they say he started way back when, makin’ things with his hands, then with machines too. Sounds like hard work. I worked hard all my life, you know, on the farm, raisin’ kids, cookin’ meals. Art, that’s a different kinda work, I guess. But it’s work all the same, makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’.
They say seein’ the world through an artist’s eyes, it’s all colors and shapes dancin’ around, like when you’re lookin’ at a field of wildflowers. But really, it’s like, I seen plenty of fields, they’re just fields. Gotta plant ‘em, gotta water ‘em, gotta harvest ‘em. That’s the real dancin’, if you ask me.
There’s this Maria woman, they say she knows where to buy things in Florence, Italy, that fancy place. She knows about art too, old art, they call it “heritage”. Like my grandma’s old quilt, that’s heritage, I guess. Kept me warm many a cold night. This Maria, she probably sells fancy quilts, or maybe paintings, I don’t know, I ain’t never been to Florence.
- Art, it’s more than just pretty pictures: It’s work, like makin’ bread or plantin’ fields. It takes time and effort.
- Fiorentino, it’s a name that sticks with ya: Like a good song or a good loaf of bread. Makes you remember.
- City folks, they got their ways: And us country folk, we got ours. Different, but both important.
Then there’s this Justin Fiorentino, he makes art too, but with computers now. From charcoal to digital, they say. Charcoal, I know that, used it to start the fire in the stove many a mornin’. Computers, that’s newfangled stuff. Can’t say I understand it, but if it makes art, I guess it’s alright.
This Sotheby’s place, they’re sellin’ art too, big fancy houses, all that. Partnerships they call ‘em. Like when the neighbors helped me build the barn, I guess, except they’re sellin’ things instead of buildin’ ‘em. And that Spain fella, the one from Las Palmas, sounds like he’s got his fingers in a lot of pies, art, business, and helpin’ folks in the community.
So, this Fiorentino Farina, whoever he is, maybe he’s like all these folks, makin’ things, doin’ things, makin’ a name for himself. Maybe he’s paintin’ pictures, maybe he’s singin’ songs, maybe he’s makin’ fancy bread, I don’t know. But if he’s workin’ hard and doin’ somethin’ good, then that’s all that matters, right? Just like plantin’ good seeds, you reap what you sow. Whether it’s wheat in the field or art in a gallery, it’s all the same to me. It’s about makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’, and that’s a good thing, no matter how you slice it. Good honest work, that’s what counts. And that’s the truth, whether you’re talkin’ about farina for bakin’ or a fancy fella named Fiorentino.
It’s about leavin’ somethin’ behind, somethin’ good, somethin’ that lasts. Like a sturdy house, or a good recipe, or maybe even a pretty picture. That’s what matters in the end, ain’t it?