Giverny in Japanese Format Blair Pessemier Acrylic on linen 22 x 13 inches
A couple of sunny days this week accommodated our painting
workshops nicely. Blair made it out to
Giverny (I am still nursing the flu) with two painters, and we hosted three in the
Luxembourg Gardens on Friday. There is
such a look to the light at the end of the summer – golden glow around turning
leaves and much more yellow in the landscape.
Luxembourg Gardend end of the Season Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/linen 11 x 14 inches
Our Friday crew was very diverse, with Americans [originally] from Macau, Southern Italy and Las Vegas. I get to meet the “cream of the crop” as Americans go – those daring enough to travel and willing to paint in front of all the world. “Someday,” I tell them, “all these photographs people take of you will fall into the hands of their grandchildren, and they will ask, ‘who is that famous artist?’” America really is the big melting pot (with Australia not far behind) – a society which will give everyone a chance. AND, most importantly, we can LAUGH at ourselves.
Standing in front of the town hall in Auvers-sur-Oise, and Australian painter and I laugh uproariously at our own painting folly. I am touched by how we can both do that. Europeans never laugh at themselves (in fact, the French rarely laugh out loud).
I’ve been reading mounds of things as I lay around the house,
waiting for this episode to pass. Joan
Didion’s husband’s near-to-last-words were about how he wished he hadn’t spent
so much time reviewing a book about Natalie Wood. I think yikes! What a drag it would be to die having spent
ones last few hours on the wrong
thing. This always makes a good excuse
for me not cleaning the kitchen.
Friends of ours are moving to St. Malo, in the Brittany region of France. I am a little envious. I never like spending so much time in one place. On the 4 October, we will have been in France (with selected absences, just ask the authorities) for twenty years. I don’t regret any of it, I am happy to say, and have no immediate plans of leaving. But I would like a change of venue.
If we didn’t have such a great apartment , now affordable
due to our lengthy lease, I would want to move within Paris. We will have to content ourselves with of a
winter painting trip to Southern Italy this year. So our
apartment, with the marginally clean kitchen, will be available for reasonable
rent for up to a couple of months this winter.
And we can move to Southern Italy and paint pictures of Mt. Etna. Or maybe
you will want to paint there, too.
Luxembourg Gardend end of the Season Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/linen 11 x 14 inches
Our Friday crew was very diverse, with Americans [originally] from Macau, Southern Italy and Las Vegas. I get to meet the “cream of the crop” as Americans go – those daring enough to travel and willing to paint in front of all the world. “Someday,” I tell them, “all these photographs people take of you will fall into the hands of their grandchildren, and they will ask, ‘who is that famous artist?’” America really is the big melting pot (with Australia not far behind) – a society which will give everyone a chance. AND, most importantly, we can LAUGH at ourselves.
Standing in front of the town hall in Auvers-sur-Oise, and Australian painter and I laugh uproariously at our own painting folly. I am touched by how we can both do that. Europeans never laugh at themselves (in fact, the French rarely laugh out loud).
View across Rennes Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic on cardboard 11 x 10 inches
Friends of ours are moving to St. Malo, in the Brittany region of France. I am a little envious. I never like spending so much time in one place. On the 4 October, we will have been in France (with selected absences, just ask the authorities) for twenty years. I don’t regret any of it, I am happy to say, and have no immediate plans of leaving. But I would like a change of venue.
Blair Pessemier Trees in the Fall Acrylic on linen 16 x 13 inches
Blair Pessemier Boats at Giverny Acrylic on linen 13 x 16 inches
Laurie Fox Pessemier Flower Riot in the Luxembourg Gardens Acyrlic on linen 10 x 14 inches
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