Day trips to the ruins of Pompeii and Ercolano, where empty doorways, crumbling arches, and absent windows visually captivated me and allowed me to define a singular place, moment, and way of seeing. These hauntingly stark cityscapes led me to discover greater clarity in my work made in America. The flaking walls of graffiti and tiny terra-cotta houses with brightly colored shutters echoed the landscapes I pictured while reading Italo Calvino’s novel Invisible Cities, in which Calvino writes, “the space that remained around it, a void not filled with words” (38).