Bird of a Different Color Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/Paper 15 x 25" 41 x 63cm 160.00
Fall Leaves Ronzoni Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/canvas 12 x 12; 30 x 30cm 175
Migrating Birds Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/wood 7 x 13" 17 x 33
Playing Cards in Luxembourg Gardens, Fall Blair Pessemier Acrylic/canvas panel 12 x 12 30 x 30cm 225.00
Searching for Treasure Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/wood 7 x 13 17 x 33 cm 160.00
Fall in the Luxembourg Gardens Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/canvas 9.5 x 13" 24 x 33cm 225.00
I painted outdoors in Rocca Malatina on Monday. We’re having an unusually warm period here –
last year at this time it snowed. This
year, the leaves are simply fantastic:
reds like crazy. Harika loves
these sunny mornings– when we go for walks she runs and jumps and rolls in the
grass.
I found a birds nest this week. I am always looking for things on the
street: inspiring things. Really, the birds do the same thing: they find a piece of twig, twine and an odd
feather, and weave it all together to call home. Since we got the new locking garbage cans in
Rocca Malatina, I can’t just open the lid anymore and look in. I used to find the BEST stuff: a floor lamp;
glass demijohns I feature as green glass bubbles in my yard; a hardly broken
dish that makes a good prop; twelve champagne glasses; a full, sealed bottle of
whiskey. Now one must have a card to
open the dumpster, and it registers how many times you use it – over 30 a year
and you are charged extra. 2019: the
year the dumpsters closed.
One of the chickens got out of the yard this morning, and we
found it on our walk home. Harika was
able to use her herding skills to get it into the yard. We’ve had a decline in the fowl population –
the polecat (weasel) got three the other night.
On our way home from dinner at 10PM, we saw him run across the street
into the yard. I can’t let Harika out in
the dark.
There have been hundreds of birds in the big cypress tree
nearby, getting ready for the flight south.
The tree is alive with chirping, every morning, all day, save for when
they all take off and “murmur”, a giant flock flying in unison, together. Their movements create waves, wriggling
snakes, whirlpools, clouds.
We have a terrific singing bird near our front porch right
now. Yesterday, when an obnoxious
internet ad commenced with birdsong, the bird outside sang back. It was quite touching, something so personal
and lovely responding to what I perceived as just awful.
