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| House at Yerres Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/linen 12 x 12 30 x 30cm |
Balustrade Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/linen 13 x 16" 33 x 41 cm
Palm Tree Blair Pessemier Acrylic/linen 16 x 13" 41 x 33 cm
Blair painting en plein air Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/linen 14 x 11" 35 x 27 cm
Evening colors Yerres Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/canvas 16 x 25" 41 cm x 63cm
Man on Bench Blair Pessemier Acrylic/linen 12 x 20 30 x 50 cm
Tree in River Yerres Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/canvas 12 x 20" 30 x 50 cm
Artnotes: Eggs-actly
Over 300 people visited our show in Yerres last
weekend. One of us painted outside the 18th
century gatekeeper’s cottage: the “hook”
to draw people in. We put our big
yellow ART flag in the limbs of the little leaf linden out front and made a
sign. Browsers walked down the wood and
stone path to the yard where we had about thirty works on display.
Beneath centuries-old trees on the banks of the river, we
visited with people from all over France.
Harika lounged in the grass and we all hoped for a breeze, which obliged
every so often. I painted a picture of
the house. Sales weren’t robust, but we
had a terrific time. We drove back to
Paris on Tuesday, relaxed and sated with country life. Harika
had to be dragged back into our apartment.
It has been pretty warm in Paris, and we bought an airconditioner,
which will hopefully work once successfully installed. Because we have “French” windows, we can’t
really vent it there, so we have stuffed the exhaust hose up the chimney of the
fireplace. Now we need to “block”’ the bottom to prevent the heat from
re-entering the room. Nothing is ever
simple here.
We had just one workshop painter this week, our last easy
week of the summer. We painted in the
Luxembourg gardens, where we were plagued with chatty Americans wanting to
visit. Clearly not artists, they simply
couldn’t understand that painting requires concentration – and that the joy of
the experience lies in how far away one can be transported on the brush. I must hone my technique for gently chasing
people away.
Last night, over a cold dinner (my southwest facing kitchen
is brutally hot, so I cook early in the day)
we visit with American and French friends. On the way to painting this morning (just
us), I tell Blair how glad I am that so much of my life was spent without a
cell phone. I love visiting around the
dinner table. I know how to say hello on
the street, and read people’s expressions and body language. I can’t always write a note or a letter that
says how I really feel.
While painting on the grass before Napoleon’s tomb, I visit
with two Germans. There are broken eggs
all over the area. He bemoans, “these
kids” who are just wild. But I tell him
it’s only eggs.
Portrait of German girl near Seine Blair Pessemier 12 x 12 30 x 30cm sold
