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Sunday, January 17, 2016

Artnotes: Waiting it out

 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.

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