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Wednesday, January 24, 2018

I Can't Explain...

 Borghese Garden  Blair Pessemier  Acrylic/canvas  22 x 28"  56 x 71cm
sold

commission/sold

 Big Boar  Laurie Fox Pessemier  Acrylic/newspaper   17 x 25"  43 x 63cm
 Running Boar  Laurie Fox Pessemier  Acrylic/newspaper   17 x 25"  43 x 63cm
Baby Boar  Laurie Fox Pessemier  Acrylic/newspaper   17 x 25"  43 x 63cm


Every morning this week we have heard gunshots while on our walk.  It’s a bit disconcerting, but part of living in the country.  Men are out hunting boar.  There are numerous boar (and boors) all over Italy, and they are not endangered.  Still, the idea of killing them is always a bit difficult.

When we get back home, I sort through the generous contribution of several hundred books for the American Library from a scholar who lives in Florence.   There is a book by the famous physicist Feynman called “Six Not-So-Easy Pieces”.  As I finished the chapter on Vectors, I thought this could be interesting.  It made me think about Cubism and Abstract Art. 

One of my 2018 resolutions is to “grow” my art.  There are a few ways to do that, and changing the way I think and see things could be one solution.  I have also been watching Feynman’s lectures at Cornell University from the 1960s.  I am working on the law of Gravitation, the first physical law.   It will take a while before I amalgamate Physics and Art, but I am hoping it all mixes together with the help of my Muse.

I am probably going to move most of my library from Rocca Malatina to Stimigliano.  Our studio has an ideal wall for a bookcase, and I can receive borrowers there.   There should be more borrowers in that region near Rome.  The library will serve as our art studio as well, encouraging borrowers to buy paintings. 

On one of our walks, we encountered a man in hunting garb.  “Are you a cacciatore?” Blair asked him.   Yes, was the reply and he went on to talk about a boar he shot that day that weighed more than 100 kilos.  Harika was growling slightly.  The man spoke a very little English, and together we learned about one another.  His son lives in Chicago where he works as a physicist for NASA.  We went by the fellows house and yard where he dressed the boar, and now Harika barks when she sees him.

We went to the flea market today looking for a sofa for the new house.  Instead, we bought a collection of ten antique hand puppets.   I am not quite sure how to explain that, either.

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