The Yellow Tree Blair Pessemier Acrylic/canvas 11 x 14" 27 x 35cm
The Same Yellow Tree Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/canvas 11 x 14" 27 x 35cm
Fishing from the Pier Blair Pessemier Acrylc/canvas 16 x 20" 40 x 50cm
Nets over the Adriatic Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/canvas 12 x 20" 30 x 50cm
Yellow Trees Later Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/canvas 12 x 20" 30 x 50cm
One of the best features of this time of year is seeing the
sun rise. This morning in Rocca
Malatina, we were on the last round of our walk with Harika when the sun peaked
above the hill. It was immediately
obscured by trees, coyly hiding its brilliant face. But as I moved along, averting my eyes, it
rose in all its glory: yellow, pink,
white.
I know, I was cutting back on Artnotes, but old habits die
hard. I found three or four pictures
we painted a couple of weeks ago, and mistakenly left behind. I added one this week, in the same spirit of
brilliant yellow – although the trees have barely a dozen leaves on them. I tried to capture that silvery yellow light
of the winter sky: haze. (they’re still
burning wood here)
This was one of those good news, bad news trips. The good news is after 7 months of waiting,
we got a new permesso di soggiorno (residency card). The bad news is it is only good until August,
2020. We had hoped for a permit lasting
five years or more. The rate things are
going here, we’ll have to have a blood test to insure we are “Europeans” next
time around. The case against immigrants
is heartbreaking.
There are times I question residing in Italy, but I believe
it is “the times” we’re living in, not the place that makes certain things so
unpleasant. I could go on for days with
complaints, but as my Dad used to say, “what’s the use of complaining? It only depresses others”.
We came to Rocca Malatina to get our residency cards and to
pick up more paintings for our Rome show, the 13 – 16 December. We’re bringing a surplus of work to outfit
our studio/gallery/library as well.
I’m bringing my super-warm coat and hat, to stand out on the
via Margutta in the Christmas cold.
Cheers!
