Sunday, September 27, 2015

Artnotes: Whaddya' do with a Drunken Sailor

 Grapes   Blair Pessemier   Acrylic/panel 10 x 14"   24 x 35 cm

In the distance   Laurie Fox Pessemier  Acrylic/panel  12 x 16" 30 x 40 cm

Roses on Carpet   Laurie Fox Pessemier   Acrylic/linen  10.5 x 16"  27 x 41 cm

 Roses with Lamp  Laurie Fox Pessemier   Acrylic/linen  10.5 x 16"  27 x 41cm
Roses on the Piano  Laurie Fox Pessemier   Acrylic/linen  16 x 10.5"  41 x 27cm

Well enough alone   Laurie Fox Pessemier   Arylic/panel 12 x 12"  30 x 30cm

Artnotes:  Whaddya' do with a Drunken Sailor

This was a stay at home week for us.  My vertigo has overcome me, and the doctor seems to think it’s an inner ear infection.   What do you do with a drunken sailor, early in the morning?

We managed to spend most of Monday in Bologna, with a friend visiting from Central America.  He had a pinhole camera he bought in Argentina, and we sought out a traditional film store in the city.   The camera was quite entertaining, winding film while counting the clicks (13), and pulling back the rubber-band held shutter. We can’t wait to see the photos.  Color film.

Bologna is a wonderful city, with lots of little stores and coffee shops, extraordinary, contemporary interior design in a medieval setting.   I can walk the streets and feel thrilled in any direction I look.   Signage, Italian late 1900s, is fabulous. I can’t keep my mind on where I am headed, what I am doing.   I look forward to painting here.

We’ve watched the colors in Rocca Malatina change from saint patricks day green to dusty gold.  It was actually cool enough on Wednesday to run the heat for the first time. It worked.  

Our roses have put on their last blooms, and we have what I would call an “Italian” array of color throughout the house.    They were my subjects this week, being unable to ride in the car much.   The fly population has exploded, and there are at least 300 of them on the car as we speak. 

Harika has retained the rental car, as her home.   She guards the yard from there, barking at anyone who ventures in front of the place.   We are still, sadly, without a permanent car.  It is an unbelievable obstacle, our only serious problem, but as winter comes on and we pay more for rental cars (since May!) we are a trifle panicked.  We are seeking a reasonably priced solution, and although a kind soul who works for Renault has steered us toward a new car (possibly the only answer), we are resisting the idea of four years payments.   I need to compartmentalize this problem and solve it.   Blair will drive through the hills tomorrow an buttonhole a used car dealer we’ve seen.

Meanwhile, I watch youtube videos on treating vertigo (these yoga people have no bones) and learning Italian.   It’s a tossup which I’ll conquer first.


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