Coral Butterflies Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/wood 12 x 12 30 x 30cm
Blue Butterflies in Lavendar Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/wood 12 x 12 30 x 30cm
Yellow Butterflies Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/wood 12 x 12 30 x 30cm
Butterflies on blue Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/wood 12 x 12 30 x 30cm
Pink house Blair Pessemier Acrylic/linen 20 x 12 50 x 30 cm
View from Serafina Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/linen 16 x 13 41 x 33 cm
Trees Ligurian Coast Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/linen 41 x 51cm 16 x 20"View from the top of Cervo Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/linen 33 x 46 cm 13 x 18"
Brazier from the Antique Store Blair Pessemier Acrylic/wood 25 x 35 10 x 14"
Dolphin Waterspout Blair Pessemier Acrylic/linen 9 x 13" 24 x 33 cm
Brazier Alight Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/wood 25 x 35 10 x 14"
View to Diana Marino Blair Pessemier Acrylic/linen 12 x 20 30 x 50 cm
The Terrace next door Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/linen 12 x 12" 30 x 30 cm
Trees near Andora Blair Pessemier Acrylic/linen 16 x 18" 38 x 46cm
Distance Blair Pessemier Acrylic/linen 13 x 16" 27 41cm
The Party Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/linen 13 x 16 27 x 41 cm
Artnotes: Waiting it out
When I arrived in Cervo on Sunday last, the sea asked me, “where have you been for so long?” Angry, black-turquoise waves broke over the jetties, tearing ton-sized boulders out of the breakwater. The wind shook the trees, and branches lie in the road. Clouds flew by.
Today I walk to the shore and feel the embrace of the salty air, the sunshine. I love the sea. I can breathe, like the sea, the lungs of the earth: breathing in energy.
We are toughing out the cold in the sunshine, while our house sits in freezing temperatures in Rocca Malatina. It is with mixed feelings we are here. On the one hand, I would prefer to be “at home”, but on the other, I don’t need a fur coat indoors here. Did we make that bad a judgement by taking our house in the hills? The furnace works fine, but the single paned windows challenge the boiler to heat the entire planet.
We are painting a lot here – more than a dozen canvases this week. Part of it is the angst of travel, another part is the beauty of this area. The mimosa is in bloom, and lemons and oranges hang heavy in the trees. I have seen two kumquat bushes/trees in fruit. We are eating outside every lunch time and we take walks on the beach every day, with our four legged dear one.
We went to see a marvelous show in Genoa on a rainy day. It was the collection of impressionist art from the Detroit Art Museum, and every single piece was wonderful. I saw a formerly unknown (to me) Bonnard, and a great butterfly painting by Odilon Redon (no googly eye, this one). I had never visited the Detroit Art Museum, and I am very glad they didn’t sell their collection as considered years back when facing bankruptcy. Waiting things out is sometimes the best policy.
And if you can wait it out in the warm sunshine, it’s even better.