Borgo Samone Blair Pessemier Acrylic/canvas 16 x 24" 40 x 60cm 275.00
Love Lies Bleeding Flowers Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/canvas 10 x 14" 25 x 35cm unstretched 95.00
Sunset from the White Dog Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/canvas 14 x 10" 35 x 25cm unstretched 95.00
Sliver of Samone Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/canvas 10 x 14" 25 x 35cm unstretched 95.00
Begonia Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/canvas 10 x 14" 25 x 35cm unstretched 95.00
The first day of fall is upon us. Either one loves or hates fall. I am in the latter camp. There is a smell I associate with this season that reminds me everything is dying. It’s a short season, fortunately, and soon I’ll see the trees in their naked beauty. I can see the houses which have been obscured by foliage the last six months, and illuminated windows staving off the long night. I like winter, and even more, springtime.
I should be painting landscapes, although we haven’t had a cold enough night to set the leaves a-color. In fact, I’ve not been painting much at all. There are some maples and oaks up here, which turn red and golden. I might have to color them myself. You can do that when you’re an artist.
This week we went to a different sort of event: our local brewery, the White Dog, was having a barbecue and beer tasting. It started at 8, when the last vestiges of light were leaving the sky. We’ve had a touch of pollution which colored the lower bits reddish, and the upper reaches were all Maxfield Parish… Blair and I and our friend (who was really the person who was invited, she being 10 years younger than us, and the crowd, in general 10 years younger than she) sat on a bench and looked over the Panaro river basin. Because I have gout, my beer tasting is limited. I convinced Blair India Pale Ale was the way to go and it was fabulously delicious. I ate many cherries on my return to the house (cherries counteract the gout).
We’ve rearranged the house, which always sets me to rights. I mean really re-arranged – we removed the library table to the former living room, along with the dining table, creating a super-long table which will seat 14 generously, possibly 16. The big wing back chairs sit at either end of the table, and the chandelier looks quite grand. The dining room is now the living room. We moved the piano in there, so it’s kind of a music room, with the little velvet chairs arranged around a cocktail table: cozy. Upstairs one could dance in the library, although I think it calls out for one of those artichoke seating pieces. This set-up might last until after Christmas.
The chestnuts are almost ready to harvest, and the grapes are sweet and delicious. The caretaker has abandoned all of the fruit this year, so we have enjoyed tasting them ripe, and right off the vine. I am using them to decorate my fall table, and awaiting friends to share in the harvest.
I should be painting landscapes, although we haven’t had a cold enough night to set the leaves a-color. In fact, I’ve not been painting much at all. There are some maples and oaks up here, which turn red and golden. I might have to color them myself. You can do that when you’re an artist.
This week we went to a different sort of event: our local brewery, the White Dog, was having a barbecue and beer tasting. It started at 8, when the last vestiges of light were leaving the sky. We’ve had a touch of pollution which colored the lower bits reddish, and the upper reaches were all Maxfield Parish… Blair and I and our friend (who was really the person who was invited, she being 10 years younger than us, and the crowd, in general 10 years younger than she) sat on a bench and looked over the Panaro river basin. Because I have gout, my beer tasting is limited. I convinced Blair India Pale Ale was the way to go and it was fabulously delicious. I ate many cherries on my return to the house (cherries counteract the gout).
We’ve rearranged the house, which always sets me to rights. I mean really re-arranged – we removed the library table to the former living room, along with the dining table, creating a super-long table which will seat 14 generously, possibly 16. The big wing back chairs sit at either end of the table, and the chandelier looks quite grand. The dining room is now the living room. We moved the piano in there, so it’s kind of a music room, with the little velvet chairs arranged around a cocktail table: cozy. Upstairs one could dance in the library, although I think it calls out for one of those artichoke seating pieces. This set-up might last until after Christmas.
The chestnuts are almost ready to harvest, and the grapes are sweet and delicious. The caretaker has abandoned all of the fruit this year, so we have enjoyed tasting them ripe, and right off the vine. I am using them to decorate my fall table, and awaiting friends to share in the harvest.
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