Winter Butterfly Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/linen 12 x 15 30 x 40cm
Blue Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/linen 12 x 15 30 x 40cm
Chickens contemplating 2016 Acrylic/panel 12 x 12" 30 x 30 cm
I didn’t paint much this week. I had a lot on my mind – I was sick, and
missed the Christmas-Eve-seven-fish dinner.
Luckily, I was revived (thank you
Doctor Z, from lucky mama’s healing house in Bologna) for Christmas: I cooked an American turkey which was
fabulously delicious. He’s soup now,
along with a turkey pot pie. I’m
drinking of the last of the real
French champagne as we speak. But
sick? this is the last time you’ll hear
me say it: I’ve made a resolution NOT to
complain about my health anymore. As I
get older (tomorrow is my birthday), one thing breaks down after another and
who wants to hear about it? Nobody.
At our Christmas dinner, conducted mainly in Italian
language, we defined that resolution as “non lamentarsi” – no whining in 2016. And
without being sick on Christmas Eve, I’d have never come up with the idea. Sometimes we need time alone with our
thoughts, and if we don’t just take it for ourselves, it comes anyway. I did miss the fish, however.
Another resolution (see what you can come up with while
lying on the sofa?) is to find art friends. We do think differently, and it is people who make
art that I most relate to. It was an amazing thing, in Paris, there were
ever so many artists to visit with (I took it for granted). Here, not so.
Hence, I must make an effort to find other painters, sculptors,
performers? Painting workshops here in the mountains may
help to satisfy that.
I am painting butterflies: stronger, better than when I painted them in 2001 or
so. We have butterflies here in the
Apennines, and I even see them now, winter – midday, when the sun is blazing and
temperature nears 62. The world really
needs more butterflies.
Happy New Year!
