Snowing in Rocca M Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/linen 12 x 16" 30 x 40cm
Fog in the Evening Blair Pessemier Acrylic/linen 9.5 x 14" 24 x 35 cm
Plants sitting out Winter in Basement Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/linen 9.5 x 13 24 x 33cm
Snow on Sunday Morning Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/linen 12 x 16" 30 x 40cm
House in Morning Fog Laurie Fox Pessemier 8 x 10" 20 x 25cm
Artnotes: Sound Track
All this week I’ve woken up with giant ideas. I have thought of art shows in our fields
this spring, of making figures of cement (or terra cotta) to place along the
driveway, of love and what it really is.
I have started pursuing the pop up show idea in Bologna, but may make a
venue change to Florence. I have a
terrible time sleeping in the dark days of winter – I could fall asleep at 7
and could get up at 2. I just can’t tell,
when it’s dark and quiet, like it is here, what time of the day or night it is.
The roosters seem to be in the same boat – they crow at
midnight. They are crowing now. They crow constantly, it seems, the current
sound track to my life. When they don’t
crow, like in the fog, it is perfectly silent.
Our prior sound track was sirens in the streets of Paris, a frightening,
non-organic sound. It wasn’t always that
way [in Paris], but when we moved to a street side (as opposed to courtyard)
location for more light, we got more noise.
My favorite soundtrack was when our neighbor Olivier, in
Paris, played the piano. He wasn’t
Liberace, or Glenn Gould, but he played Bach – one song, over and over, trying
to perfect it. I came to love the sound,
and could recognize when he was angling for that one, fatal mistake, before he
made it and would start over again.
Went to Bologna this week to see a Guido Reni and Carracci
show, with the added surprise of our friends taking us on a walking tour of the
city, which we will take you on someday, too.
Bologna was empty, the audio to a minimum (it’s a pedestrian city) –
just the tap tap of shoes on the terrazzo sidewalks, echoing under the
loggias. It was a rare day of filtered
sunshine, and we visited the seven churches of St. Stefano, all chined together.
We’re headed for the sound track of the sea tomorrow. We’ll go to Cervo, Liguria, where we went
last Christmas. We miss the frescoed
ceilings, and the big patio, where we can eat lunch in the sun and hear the lapping
of the waves.
