Sunday, June 30, 2019

Artnotes: Summer Reruns

Checking out the Beach  Laurie Fox Pessemier  Acrylic/canvas 9.5 x 13″  24.5 x 32cm  250.00

Man in the Park   Laurie Fox Pessemier  Acyrlic/canvas  12 x 12″  30 x 30cm  225.00

Minding the Baby, Luxembourg Gardens  Blair Pessemier  Acrylic/canvas 13 x 16″  33 x 40cm   225.00

Playing Cricket in Paris  Laurie Fox Pessemier  Acrylic/canvas  12 x 20″  30 x 50cm  225.00

Swimming Fun   Laurie Fox Pessemier  Acrylic/canvas panel  13 x 18″   33 x 45cm  225.00

​Playing Cards  Blair Pessemier   Acrylic/cardboard panel  7.5 x 11″  19 x 27cm  180.00

Resting After Play  Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/wood  7 x 12″  17.5 x 30cm  160.00

 Paddling  Blair Pessemier  Acrylic/canvas panel  16 x 20″  38 x 50cm  275.00

Back when there were only 3 or 4 TV channels, summer viewing was made up of “reruns”.  It was most troubling for those shows with a plot twist, because you already knew who dunnit. But some programs were really good to watch a second time.  That said, I hope you’ll like my summer reruns of old pictures.

We drove, in the hottest temperatures ever, down to the Rome house.  Our very good friend Kamal and his twin children were visiting Italy and wanted to make a stop to see us before leaving out of Fiumicino.  We see one another usually once a year, in the summer (we were neighbors at the Seaview Apartments in Seattle in 1996).  We made an arrangement for them at an Agriturismo lodging near our apartment.  In view of the weather, we chose a place with a pool.  Seven-year-olds are inevitably happy with a pool.

​It turned out to be a super-duper place.   After a 15 minute drive to Collevecchio, we got to the Agriturismo San Gio before them. It was many acres, with a main house with a porch as large as our apartment.   This shady cover was populated by happy children, playing the piano, foosball, dolls and games.   Ages of the inhabitants ranged from 5 months to 80 years, all enjoying the warm breeze.

“Walk around,”  Marion, the hostess, suggested.  We strolled by the pool and the numerous apartments which might have served farm workers at one time.   Up a slight hill was a tree surrounded by a tent, as large as one might see in the circus.  The tree itself was too big around for five arms;  it was planted 400 years ago, from a seedling that came from Rome.  There were statues of satyrs and saints all around the grounds.  They made for painting fodder:  part of our annual visit is to paint with the kids, one of whom was thoroughly delighted to discover “paint”.   We unfortunately forgot our paintings.​
The children made friends with the other kids – language was less of a barrier for them than for us adults.  They played, we all swam in the pool.  We made a picnic from yesterday’s food and a few things from our local store.  At night there was a barbecue that kept on until midnight.  We talked to Neapolitans who wanted to open a pizza restaurant in America; heard life stories and recipes for a happy life from everyone around the table.   There were grapevines, and kittens and rabbits and a breathtaking view.  We were sorry to say goodbye after 24 hours of solid fun.​
As you likely know, we are experiencing outrageous heat here – it was over 100 for two days when we decided to drive back up North.  Our Stimigliano apartment is part of the “walls” of the hill town and absorbs the heat for a good 8 hours a day.   It is in the (cooling?) 90s here in Rocca Malatina (it was 44C = 111F in Bologna yesterday)…  Harika is suffering and we spent a sleepless night last night to the tune of here maniacal panting.  I toweled her off and held cold compresses on her belly.

I could use a rerun of a cold, rainy summer, and look forward to our foray to Brittany.

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