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!