Grape vines with a view Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/linen 13 x 16" 33 x 41 cm
Street scene at sunset Blair Pessemier Acrylic/linen 20 x 16" 50 x 40 cm
Street on the way to our cafe Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/linen 16 x 10.5 " 41 x 27cm
Artnotes: The Thrill
Artnotes: The Thrill
As I sit at my computer posting pictures of our paintings from Italy, I realize the thrill is gone. Not the thrill for Italy, but the thrill I felt while I was there. I just can’t express how differently I felt, how I saw with baby eyes, new forms and colors. I had a giggly quality as I sipped cappuccino, as I wrote my impressions, and planned the day. Sunshine might have had something to do with it, and there was a special end of the day light that could just make my heart soar.
In Cervo, I recline on my bed examining the frescos on our 18 foot tall ceiling. There were layers of murals on the walls, one marvelous image leading into another. I would think, why is it nobody wants frescoes today? I mean, if you could have anything in your house, why wouldn’t it be a fantastic scene on the ceiling? Why wouldn’t you have the roof 5 meters above? The most recent ceiling fresco I am aware of is one Matisse did in his own house. Blair and I tried to paint one once in Seattle, when we were first married, but it was clear we couldn’t work on the same page.
But when I think of these experiences, these stories, here in Paris, they fall flat. So, in a word, we had a deliriously WONDERFUL time that I can’t even give an inkling of. But take heart, I believe we are going back in January/February. Really, where better than to sell those Italian images but in the place they were painted? Our hostess has offered to present our work to the town for a show later in the year.
While there, we went to the local exhibition space. They were having a holy card show, just to keep into perspective Italy is a Roman Catholic country. Blair and I were inspired to make Christmas cards, which will be ever so Italian this year.
If I had to describe Italy in a word, I think it would be drama. There is drama in everything. My experience at the library (no internet, and little coverage, sadly); driving in the car (our speed increased twofold at the other end of the France/Italy tunnel – and don’t even think of trying to get ahead). Sitting at the beauty parlor, my hairdresser’s friend came in and told a story of her own mistaken identity (I am not completely null in Italian, just sort of) with such flourish, such glamour, such waving of hands and body, I might as well have been at the opera. If you ever want to get a bead on things, go to the hairdresser.
We went to Portofino, Rapallo, Genoa -- all great. Italy is SO very different from France – not so many “historic” or “artistic” attractions, but a sense that Caesar might have lost a sandal buckle right where you are walking. Or Hannibal, Leonardo da Vinci, or Christopher Columbus – or just Blair and Laurie and Harika.