Trees on the Lake Blair Pessemier Acrylic/linen 12 x 24 30 x 60cm
Dog on the beach Blair Pessemier Acrylic/linen 11 x 14" 28 x 36 cm
Docking the boat Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/linen 11 x 14" 28 x 36 cm
Beach Volleball Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/linen 8 x 14" 20 x 36 cm
Getting in the water Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/linen 12 x 12" 30 x 30 cm
Butterfly on the Beach Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/linen 11 x 14" 28 x 36 cm
I am busier on my “vacation” than I am in everyday life. We’ve come to the USA to visit my Dad and
celebrate his 90th birthday; sell paintings and see friends.
I am slightly overwhelmed on this trip – I am talking all
the time, in English. In Italy, Blair
and I go days without much conversation, so this American chitchat about the
weather and driverless cars has rendered me speechless. I have enjoyed it a lot. Even more, I like the conversation of America: men across the street working and listening
to old Jimi Hendrix on the radio. They
talk about their cars, and what they did this weekend. It’s
like a movie sound-track, slow and easy.
We visited and laughed with friends in North Carolina this last
week. Sometimes I feel North Carolina is
a microcosm of the whole United States.
It is white and black and brown, with universities and theatres,
barbecues and fine dining; do I dare say Republican and Democrat? Homes are
really beautiful, and the hospitality is unbeatable.
Our baseball show is on display in High Point, NC – we saw
it ourselves for the first time on Thursday.
A man was looking at the show
while we were there. He was smiling, so
we introduced ourselves. He was
actually from Danbury, Connecticut, and the Danbury Westerners figured
prominently in many paintings. It was
magical.
Harika experienced that magic with two friends in the DC
area, who accustomed her to the finest food, delivered thrice daily. We are glad.
While she was eating steak, we chose hotdogs with cole slaw and chili,
which we never get in Italy; and hamburgers.
We had fabulous southern fare:
fried chicken; spiced green beans, crowder peas and peach cobbler, which
was maybe the best dessert of ever. Yum.
When we come to the USA it is as if we are visiting an
exotic place. I bought shoes, big enough
to fit. I read the New York Times. I sit on my porch, and go swimming, and I think
about Italy.
