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Saturday, July 19, 2014

Artnotes: A FORCE

 Through the willows at Giverny   Laurie Fox Pessemier   Acrylic/linen  10 x 20" 25 x 50 cm
 Railing by the fountain   Laurie Fox Pessemier   Acyrlic/linen  12 x 16"  30 x 40 cm
 Italian Fountain  Blair Pessemier   Acrylic/panel   13 x 18"  33 x 46cm
 Medici (Italian) Fountain Laurie Fox Pessemier   Acrylic/linen  12 x 16"  30 x 40cm
 Wisteria at Giverny   Blair Pessemier   Acrylic/wood   20 x 7"  50 x 17 cm
 Pink Flower in the shrubs   Laurie Fox Pessemier  Acrylic/wood    20 x 7  50 x 17
Lily pads beneath the willows   Blair Pessemier  Acrylic/linen 15 x 18   38 x 46 cm

Artnotes:  A Force



On the way to coffee this morning, we saw three people who had obviously spent the night in the sewer.  Two very pretty 20 year-old girls and their male friend, all covered in that calc-sandy colored clay of the underground, walked toward the park.    “That’s what we should have done,” I said to Blair.  Blair and I and Harika spent a short but near-sleepless night in our 90 degree apartment.

I’ve never spent any time in the underground warrens of Paris.  We have a girlfriend, our age, who remembers, as an exchange student, entering the underground near the Luxembourg Gardens and emerging someplace near Notre Dame.  We used to have a charming picture of a man in a beret, poking his head up from a sewer cover – when we lived in the USA it just seemed absurd; but know we know its where the cool rich kids hang.

It’s been super hot here.  Everyone, everwhere, seems to be complaining about their weather.  We bought an air conditioner, intended to vent up our chimney.  It  gives off as much heat as it takes away.  We’re revisiting our HVAC strategy today with a trip to Leroy Merlin, the Home Depot of Paris.

I tried to sit down at the bus stop the other day, and burned my bottom through my thin summer skirt.  It made for great amusement among the others waiting for transport, all too polite to laugh.  I did. 

The friend we made in Villefranche-sur-Mer  over the Christmas/new year holiday  called to ask if we’d like to stay in his house while he vacations in Roumania.  He bought two pictures from us and asked about another, already sold.  He tells us he has birds and a lizard.  We tell him we already have plans to go to Connecticut.

At  Omar’s this week we drink for free because we brought him a 8 kilos of potatoes left over from our trip to Normandy:  the stand would only sell us a 10 kilo sack.  We have a big talk about storms and extreme weather conditions.  We’re all hoping for rain, can you believe it?   He thinks I am crazy when I tell him how much I like thunder and lightning.  Then he reconsiders:  the  “force majeur” is a sign of a supreme order, whatever we perceive it to be, isn’t it?
 

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