House on the hill Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/canvas 16 x 24" 40 x 60 cm
Pear Tree Blair Pessemier Acrylic/linen 24 x 20" 60 x 50cm
Oleander Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/linen 12 x 12 30 x 30cm
Artnotes: Ahhh
We are back in Rocca Malatina, Italy, our new home. We spent a short time here before our recent
two months in Paris and the USA.
It was a fabulous trip, with many art shows and sales. We met wonderful new people and renewed
friendships with old friends. It made me
realize that life is really about connecting with people, loving and feeling
loved. We spent afternoons on the front
porch of Hemlock Lodge (aka Hemlock Gallery, with paintings floor to ceiling) “chewing
the fat” and having many laughs. Then, a jump in the lake.
It is 26C degrees (79 F) and humid at 9 AM in Rocca Malatina. This is about the coolest it has been since
our arrival on Thursday evening. Much of
the time is hovers around 100. It is
very difficult to sleep.
Our landlady and other friends here assure us it is unusual
for it to be so hot, so long. I hope it
is just a fluke, but meanwhile I consider turning a wine tub in the basement
into a swimming pool. Maybe we should
sleep in the basement. I went down there
– too many spiders. And those wine
barrels must have been built in place, they won’t fit through the door. Maybe I’ll buy a sprinkler.
Harika lies beneath the tree out front. We received a warm reception at the coffee
shop upon our arrival for “machiatti” yesterday. They
are now serving “cremosas”, a sort of soft serve in Pistachio or Coffee
flavor. Ludovico, the gardener, rushed down the hill
to say hello on Friday – his dog had four puppies while we were away. Our landlady stopped by and invited us for
Sunday dinner. We will see Gary and
friends soon.
Being soooo hot, we decided to enjoy the air conditioned
car. We drove toward Monte Cimone, a
peak of some 7500 feet. On the way, we
spotted people bathing in a river. Harika ran down into the water at once, wading
in to the gunnels, taking a long drink.
Without bathing suits, I could only go in as deep as my dress, hiked up,
would allow. Little fish nibbled my toes. Ahhh.
