Blue Butterfly Blair Pessemier Acrylic/carton 7 x 8 inches SOLD
Blue Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/wood 6.5 x 9 inches
Moth on Yellow Laurie Fox Pessmeier Acrylic/wood 5 x 13 inches SOLD
Flower/Giverny Blair Pessemier Acrylic/linen 10 x 16 inches
Artnotes: Butterflies and Flowers
This week we went to Giverny in the morning. No painting, just three women (think Cakes and Ale) who wanted to sketch at Monet’s
gardens and have lunch. I hadn’t been
there for some time at that hour, and the guards told us NO PAINTING. We insisted we were not painting, but making
sketches, no easels. It worked out
fine. Our clients made lovely small
watercolors by the lily pond. This was
our last scheduled trip to Giverny before it closes on 31 October.
It was a wildly foggy morning and the garden was chock full
of spider webs bearing large beads of water.
They resembled Christmas decorations:
strings of glistening pearls all along the flowers and trees. Thus inspired, Blair and I sketched greeting
cards (minus the webs – too Halloween) to sell at the Christmas fair at the
American Church on the 16 November.
On Friday, we went to the opening of “Mundo Lingua”: the museum of Language. Our former gallery landlord, Mark, created
this museum on his own. You might recall
Blair was painting the globe this summer:
by language, instead of by country.
It looked great mounted in a stand, with all the corresponding
color/languages adjacent.
Blair and I have often toyed with the idea of having a
museum – we’ve considered art, the tabletop, and sundry ideas. We never did it. Mark, on the other hand, took the bull by the
horns and created this terrific tribute to the spoken and written word.
He has a reproduction of the Rosetta Stone displayed under
glass in the main room. There are
interactive displays from sign language to aboriginal languages. Downstairs, there is a language “tree”,
showing thousands of languages,
branching one from another, green leaves carrying the name of the tongue. I briefly watched “The Gods Must be Crazy”
in his language theatre, next to a poster of [what else but] My Fair Lady.
I imagine months, maybe years, of reflecting on this idea
and then putting it into motion. I was
gobsmacked by Mark’s drive and ability, as much as I am by the museum. It’s located at the corner of rue Servandoni
and rue Canivet, near St. Sulpice, in the 6th arrondissement, and is
open from 10 to 6 every day.
This morning we went on a walk (Harika would call it a “forced
march”) to the banks of the Seine. What
should we find there but a submarine sitting on top of a peniche? The barge, called the Colporteur, carried a
Jules-Verne-ish contraption, named the Axolotl, of metal and portholes, featuring art inside
as well as out. We looked as much as we
could, it being closed at 9 this morning.
We crossed back over the Pont Alexandre III where Harika stretched her
legs out on the grass at Invalides.
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