There were so many beautiful paintings to behold at the Borghese Gallery in Rome. The one that spoke to me the most as a painter was Carravaggio’s St. Jerome. I really respond to the richness of the colors, the sinewy nature of the old saints arm and the wrinkles on his forhead. It’s such a simple composition, but also so powerful. The skull and brightness of the white cloth seem to compete. There is a reminder of death and mortality in the skull, but of hope and something beyond death in the brightness of the white cloth. In a Carravaggio painting there is never any question about where the artist wants your eye to travel, the depiction of light gives you everything you need. I just love it.