Dinner Blair Pessemier Acrylic/canvas 48 x 32" 120 x 80cm
Grapes on the vine Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/canvas 18 x 14" 46 x 36cm
Magenta Fish Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/newspaper 16 x 23" 41 x 59cm SOLD
St Pierre Fish Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/newspaper 16 x 23" 41 x 59cm
Sardines Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/newspaper 16 x 23" 41 x 59cm
Sole Fish Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/newspaper 16 x 23" 41 x 59cm
Red and White Fish Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/newspaper 16 x 23" 41 x 59cm
Modern Fish Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/newspaper 16 x 23" 41 x 59cm
Vermillion Fish Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/newspaper 16 x 23" 41 x 59cm SOLD
Red Fish on Blue Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/newspaper 16 x 23" 41 x 59cm
Artnotes: The meaning of life
On Tuesday we went to a show in Rovigo, of Secessionist Art: Gustav Klimt and other artists from the turn
of the last century in the Austria/Germany/Italy area. It was a period when the French were
Impressionists, but the Eastern part of Europe went more “graphic”. Think light and dark; positive and negative. There were fabulous prints and woodcuts;
paintings, of course; and furniture and silverwork. We slipped from room to room, unencumbered by
a crowd. We were almost the only people
in the museum. Blair was particularly
inspired by a litho of a dinner party by Egon Schiele. In fact, it was a gathering of fellow artists
at a long table.
A friend asked me to paint him a vermillion fish. He’s asked for things before and not been
satisfied in the end (usually tells me how I could have done it better), but
the idea of these fish opened a whole new door for me. I painted them for myself (and you, dear
readers). I had no canvas on hand, but primed a bunch of
newspaper – the idea of wrapping fish in newspaper got me going. I’ve been creating a school of fish, which
might be framed under glass. I love the
freedom from canvas, and casualness.
Blair and I went to lunch today as guests of the
Alpini: we ate tortellini (that were
rolled out on the very table we were eating at!), meats, tomatoes, onions,
dessert and wine. After dinner, the men
(I was only one of a half dozen women) struck up a band. While we were there, Blair said, “you could
not BUY this experience.”
The Alpini were World War II Mountaineers who fought
alongside our own Bob Dole (where he was wounded) in the Apennines. They are dedicated patriots of Italy, who continue
to celebrate their life in the mountains.
We were invited because earlier this week we did a free “touch up” on
our 2015 mural outside of their building.
I had been thinking about how much of life is wonderful
because there is no money involved. Our
friendships with friends in America, Italians and the refugees here, are not
based on money. Money drowns deep
relationships. It is giving away, doing
for others that gives a life meaning.
