Fine Art Paintings by Blair and Laurie Fox Pessemier

2009-10-24T22:46:00.004+02:00

Three blue M. Blair PESSEMIER Oil on canvas 24 x 24 inches

ARTNOTES: Finding the Heart of High Point Market

High Point Market was a success for a few key showrooms with design and heart. Yes, heart. People don’t buy furniture from companies: people buy from other people. It is the belly-to-belly connection which seals a sale, and makes the customer want to come back to that showroom again. It’s one thing to buy a book on Amazon.com, but it’s another to see the lavender in the background of a painting. A fellow salesman described a painting to me: “I can see how the brush laid the paint on the canvas and each stroke takes my breath away.” It’s not the same online, ordered from abroad.

Business, in general, seemed to be slightly brisker than in April. A good friend, at an uptown showroom, sold two 40-foot containers of furniture the first day. People who came to market came to buy, and all the invitees we saw, but one, bought a painting from us. Traffic was off, is all.

This market we were once again camped out at the far end of the complex. Last spring, the showroom owner announced we would relocate to a more mainstream location; it wasn’t until August we learned they opted to stay put. We couldn’t back out –like telling someone you’ll come to dinner, you can’t change your mind when you find out the menu is hot dogs. As Vinny says, there are three keys to success: location location location. We should have quit the hot dogs, manners be damned.

Our location was so remote, some “go-vans”, which shuttle folks around market, didn’t know where the Atrium was. One day, in a lucky catch of a van, I hopped aboard to travel north to friends in the “designer” district of the furniture market.

“What do you think is happening there?” the driver asked me, pointing to the sidewalk, mid block ahead. “I think that woman has fallen,” I replied and suggested we help her out. Sure enough, not only had she fallen, but she was nine months pregnant, and in labor. “Would you mind?” the driver asked, “if we bring her to hospital?”. I encouraged the move, and helped the woman get into the van. The driver mounted the “out of service” placard, and we sped in direction of the hospital. I never found out if it was a boy or a girl.

Market visitors like us stay in the home of High Point area residents, as there are a limited number of hotel rooms in the city. This time, we stayed with a friend, a school teacher. She asked me if I would consider teaching a fourth grade art class.

I have never thought of myself as a teacher, but business was slow, and I needed excitement and inspiration. Sure enough, at 8:05 on Monday morning, two dozen smiling fourth-grade faces filed into the room. The class had been studying the many applications of art in life: interior design, graphic design, architecture, teaching, ART.
“What is a professional artist?” the teacher asked. Hands raised: one who paints all the time; an artist who sells their paintings! The super smart class asked about what my paintings sold for. “Did you ever sell one for more than a thousand?

Questions continued, as I set up my easel. “What shall I paint?” I asked, looking out the window. ME was the universal reply. So a painted a number of students, at their tables, in the classroom. It was a modest 12 x 24 inch canvas. I had about thirty minutes to complete the work. I rushed: no eyes or noses, one boy’s shirt, another boys hair; a girl with a hand on her hip. I was compelled to finish the painting and have it look good. “I’ll give you $24.00 for it!” someone exclaimed.

2009-10-24T22:41:00.002+02:00

Forest View Laurie Fox PESSEMIER Acrylic on canvas 14 x 11 inches

By the side of the road Laurie Fox PESSEMIER Acrylic on canvas 12 x 12 inches

Blue M. Blair PESSEMIER Oil on canvas 12 x 12 inches

Rock at Burr Pond Laurie Fox PESSEMIER Acrylic on canvas 12 x 24 inches

Pink Mules M. Blair PESSEMIER Oil on canvas 36 x 24 inches

2009-10-13T14:38:00.002+02:00

Trees near Bishops Orchard M. Blair PESSEMIER Oil on Canvasboard 14 x 11 inches

Birch trees at the Branford River Laurie Fox PESSEMIER Acrylic on canvas 11 x 14 inchesBurr Pond Sunday M. Blair PESSEMIER Oil on canvas 14 x 11 inchesMeeting house Branford Laurie Fox PESSEMIER Acrylic on canvas 16 x 20"

This is just a quick little artnotes before we take off for the South.

We didn't find the little place to live in America that we were looking for, but we did meet a nice gypsy family living in a historic house in Madison, CT. They emphasized interest in "storing" our goods for us. The wife was very beautiful and the son drew pictures scotched-taped to all the walls.

We went to New York and lunched with a long lost schoolmate of Blair's. Afterward we visited a friend running at a gallery there, and drank champagne. She left us the rest of the bottle, which we drank in bed on Saturday morning.

I made two art history videos, one of which I posted on the website. The other one is mostly of the ground -- "due to technical difficulties" will not be shown until later.

I've applied for jobs, none of which have materialized, and I've enjoyed painting outdoors over the last week or two. I tell myself this is our life now, not what we're going to do or where we are "going". We are the "they" we've been waiting for.

We took my parents out for a celebratory meal because it was Sunday and we quit feeling sorry for ourselves. Then we painted in the freezing cold at Burr Pond; Harika dug.

There was a light show in Branford on Saturday night, at the town hall. Harika rolled in a dead mole, and had two baths. We got our teeth worked on. Blair made vichysoisse, and I made butternut squash soup.

We're piling all our pictures in the car and driving away.

2009-10-08T02:50:00.001+02:00

Art History: New York Harbor 1945

2009-10-05T22:38:00.002+02:00

Pink Tree Laurie Fox PESSEMIER Acrylic on canvas 16 x 20"
Trees on the Branford Green M. Blair PESSEMIER Oil on canvas 20 x 16"

At the Supply Pond M. Blair PESSEMIER Oil on canvas 12 x 16"

Birch Laurie Fox PESSEMIER Acrylic on canvas 16 x 20"

2009-10-01T00:31:00.003+02:00

Chatford Hollow M. Blair PESSEMIER Oil on canvas 20 x 16 inches
SOLD
Burr Pond M Blair PESSEMIER Oil on canvas 20 x 16 SOLD

2009-10-01T00:26:00.002+02:00

Stand of Trees at Welter Farm Laurie Fox PESSEMIER Acrylic on canvas 30 x 10 inchesStudy: Trees Laurie Fox PESSEMIER Acrylic on wood 6 x 10 inches

Impression: Fall Leaves Laurie Fox PESSEMIER Acrylic on canvas 16 x 20

Big Tree at Welters Farm Laurie Fox PESSEMIER Acrylic on Canvas 20 x 16

September noon Burr Pond Laurie Fox PESSEMIER Acrylic on canvas 30 x 15"

2009-09-28T16:00:00.003+02:00

First Frost Orchard Laurie Fox PESSEMIER Acrylic on canvas 54 x 20 inches SOLD

Artnotes: Swings

"Swings!" Immediately after eating sandwiches and chips, our two-and-a-half-year-old twin friends went for a ride on the swings at Parker Park, the beach in Branford. My own lunch lurched ominously in my stomach as they hung their heads all the way back, watching the trees and sky careen above. "Higher!"

There are things one can do at the age of two and a half that will never be the same again. Their mom, our friend, H, asserts, "they'll only be two and a half once". Chasing pigeons; wading into the water in blue jeans, up over your knees; squealing with delight… I really enjoy that refreshing attitude, and try to incorporate into my own life. But there is something about knowing, understanding, and planning that can put the kybosh on spontaneity.

We are a bit more spontaneous this week, our coffers jingling ever so slightly again. I won't say it was the letter to God, but it could have been. I also tossed a penny into the Chinese Super Buffet fountain: the result came just an hour afterward. This was the same fountain, into which my mother, a rabid Yankees fan, pitched a penny, years earlier, willing them to win the world series, but, through an unfortunate slip of the tongue, exclaimed, "I hope the Red Sox (the other half of the family’s team) win the world series!" The Red Sox won. Ever since then, our family goes to then fountain whenever in need of a miracle. (This week’s wellspoke penny seems to have clinched the race for the Yankees).

On Thursday, the famous Branford library book sale opened its tents. It's a huge affair, with thousands of books. We paid the extra ten dollars to be "friends of the library" and gain entry a day before the general public.

Blair got in line at a quarter to four, behind others already waiting for the five o'clock whistle. These, it turned out were dealers, some from as far away as Brooklyn. When I got there at 4:45, nobody would let me join him, and I was relegated to the end of the line.

A man chatted up the crowd with his African Grey parrot, Rudy. Rudy's tail was such a brilliant red it hurt your eyes to look at it. Rudy, 4 years old, could play dead on command, to the delight of everyone in line. He wouldn't talk to us, but Blair says he spoke to those at the front of the line, no doubt recognizing them as book sale winners.

We'd already scoped out the books we wanted: Klimt's landscapes, Steichens photos; American Impressionists, an Indian cookbook... we immediately bought those and a few others. The Julia Child I'd seen was gone -- her first book, done with Simone. I suspect the book was hidden by someone for a later pickup. On Sunday, we went back for “donation day”, filling a box with all sorts of books (Turtles, Nicholas and Alexandra, New England furniture…) for a $10.00 donation.

I made a fish cooked in salt, a recipe from one cookbook: the whole fish, scales and all, is covered one inch deep with coarse salt and cooked at high temperature. It was a dramatic presentation, with Blair cracking it open with a hammer. It was not salty at all and the only really good recipe in that cookbook, which is why I have a five dollar maximum cost rule for cookbooks. I already made one of the Indian recipes, justifying its one dollar price tag.

We had a raspberry clafoutis from a Julia Child recipe online, with the twins, and sent them on their way with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. When we see them again, I am sure they'll be completely different and new and wonder just who we are.

2009-09-20T22:50:00.003+02:00

Swallows at Hammonasset Laurie Fox PESSEMIER Acrylic on canvas 20 x 10 inches
Straight knot study M. Blair PESSEMIER Oil on canvas 24 x 24 inches

Orchestra Laurie Fox PESSEMIER Acrylic on Canvas 36 x 12 inches SOLD

Mardi Gras M. Blair PESSEMIER Oil on canvas 24 x 36 inches

Man with pigeons Laurie Fox PESSEMIER Acrylic on canvas 12 x 12 inches

ARTNOTES: BACK AGAIN

I wrote a letter to God this week, asking for money. I told him that I would do only good with it, not be selfish, and it would mentally free me up to write artnotes once again. So far, no response, but I thought I’d go ahead and write to you anyway. It’s hard to find the balance between doing what I know to do (art and writing) and finding the money with which to live.

It has suddenly become cold crunchy fall here in New England. We had less than a month of summer weather, and now the first brush strokes of gold and red are painting the trees. Yesterday, we drove to Williamstown, Massachusetts to see the Prendergast show at Williams College. Several students were wearing their winter coats.

We picked up our friend, B, who lives in Winsted, and proceeded up the old route 8. About fifteen miles out, I saw a large black form crossing the road. “A bear!” Blair exclaimed. Just then, two small heads popped out of the foliage “and her cubs!” B took out his camera at the moment Harika went into orbit. A dog that has fear of chair legs decided to do her best to ward off these wild animals. No cub pictures, but a rather nice picture of the mother bear returning across the street to retrieve them. I could smell her. We drove on, by old New England barns, a covered bridge, and summer hotels. We also saw a fox.

Prendergast is a painter I have much enjoyed – he almost always includes people in his pictures, often lots of them. These paintings were mainly from Venice and northern Italy. Watercolors and monoprints, it was a collection that merited close up study. The galleries were not crowded and we got a good look at all of them.

I go to museums because I love to look at pictures, all kinds. The Robert Motherwell (in the permanent collection) has an impact equal to the Dutch portraiture and the Edward Hopper. In fact, seeing the Declaration of Independence was thrilling, and the British reply to the Declaration.

Our friend concentrated on the rest of the museum, which I had never seen. “Come over here,” he beckoned, showing us a Grant Wood which seemed quite modern, painted on masonite. Blair and I like to go places with other people for this very reason: they see things we overlook, adding a whole other dimension to our experience. B pointed out Steichen’s photos, some taken as advertising in the 1930s. A picture of matchsticks was destined to be a pattern for a Swiss Silk textile; same with an abstract of eyeglasses. The art museum is a great common ground, for friends and others, to start conversation.

We three were all shaken up by a photo seen at the end of the exhibits, before the gift shop. It was of a man in native dress with a pet hyena, standing under a graffiti-ed concrete bridge in Nigeria. Oddly, it is the piece that has stayed in my mind the longest, but the name of the artist escapes me (as I hope the hyena eventually did [escape him]).

The museum was free, perhaps a sign God heard my prayer. Good, but I still await more substantial income.

I don’t write artnotes when I am too stressed out, or have nothing positive to say, but then I reach a point where the dam breaks. I want to tell you dear readers (who are so supportive) that I didn’t get accepted to graduate school in Istanbul. The university thought their curriculum wouldn’t sufficiently satisfy my interest in art history. This was better than simply “no”, I guess… I might just have to write about art on my own.

2009-09-20T22:45:00.002+02:00

Kiki after Man Ray photo Laurie Fox PESSEMIER 14 x 11 inches Acrylic on canvas Magician LFP Acrylic on canvas 11 x 14 inches

Color study 1 M. Blair PESSEMIER Oil on canvas 24 x 36"

Smiling Chef Laurie Fox PESSEMIER Arylic on canvas 11 x 14 inches

Pepper Chef Laurie Fox PESSEMIER Acrylic on canvas 11 x 14 inches

2009-08-29T16:03:00.001+02:00

Bridge M. Blair PESSEMIER Oil on canvas 16 x 20 inches

Artnotes: On the Bridge

I can’t think or act in hot weather. The last two humid, sticky weeks have been a blur of anxiety. It was with great pleasure I donned my sweater, albeit cotton, this sixty degree morning.

Maybe it hasn’t just been the weather. Sometimes it’s the place. In anticipation of Istanbul I have been reading Orhan Pamuk’s SNOW. The main character, Ka, a poet, hears a poem, as if a voice in his ear, while he is in a particular town. It hadn’t come to him before, or since. While he was in this town, dozens of poems filled his head.

I first started writing Artnotes at my desk at 72, rue de Lille, in Paris. I had to be in that particular spot and words would channel through me and my fingers onto the computer screen. It was a phenomenon which changed my life. Prior to that moment, I’d written very little: suddenly, hundreds of words a week, often a day, would emerge. It was with needle-point precision I would have to be in the corner of our bedroom with the steel shutters. The desk eventually evolved to a chair and table, but it had to be in that precise location.

There are conditions just right for certain activities. I could paint for hours at a time, at that same address, but only in the first floor studio we traded/sublet with a friend. Ensconced with my butterflies and beetles, I would paint bugs, with the window open to the courtyard. I became insanely protective of the spot, as if it were a door to the secret garden of my muse. The pink room at 28, rue d’Assas, was much the same: French windows on the courtyard. I would be rewarded on a particularly good day with a smile and greeting in the window from our neighbor, Olivier.

Blair, my nephew M, and I visited a “secret garden” of sorts, in Lenox, Massachusetts, last week. It was the home of two artists, Morris-Frelinghuysen. The studio, a replica of Ferdinand Leger’s Bauhaus studio in Paris, where Mr. Morris studied, and the house, a Bauhaus creation, were set on 44 acres of natural, wooded landscape.

It was a curious place. One walked 1/3 of a mile from parking to the house – it was possible to call a golf cart for a ride, but we walked. We went on a short woodland stroll before proceeding up to the buildings. It was a magical place, so much so my nephew and I talked of it being a secret garden.

The house was decorated by cubist murals executed by Suzy Frelinghuysen and George Morris. The house was comprised of clean lines and square windows. A black “dot” as seen in Leger’s artwork, appeared throughout the property. I counted only half of the actual dots present throughout the abode and studio. A leather floor, a quirky bar, and a fireplace in every room were features. The couple never discarded any furniture, but rather retired it to the barn, from which pieces by Gilbert Rhode, Frankel, and Nelson were recently retrieved to bring the property back to viewing condition.

Our tour guide was a dream, in a dress that might have been worn one time at the house. She was delighted to show Blair, M and me around – a group of four docents from the Museum of Contemporary Art in Chicago joined us in the end. My nephew was the hit of the show, an 11 year old aficionado of modern art – he suggested all sorts of inspiration for the works. Not only were there pieces by the couple, but also by Picasso, Calder, Gabo and of course, Leger, just to touch on a few.

Blair is experiencing a renaissance here on the porch of Hemlock Lodge, where we’ve been spending all of our days, if not all of our nights. A casual comment by a passer-by at our artshow inspired him to paint in a freeform style again – something begun in the ever-inspiring Tunisia, but dashed during the last year of bouleversement.

Maybe it isn’t exactly a place, but an alignment of the stars, or conditions, that allow a flow from muse to reality. I long to be that vehicle again, channeling the product of the gods. I can sometimes feel it when things come together for me in the kitchen or in the space between two of these words. I am on the brink of great things.

Laurie Fox PESSEMIER

someone wrote me about a related link, and, if you are interested in the idea of a place/inspiration, take a look at: http://www.ted.com/talks/elizabeth_gilbert_on_genius.html

2009-08-29T16:00:00.002+02:00

Village M. Blair PESSEMIER Oil on canvas 24 x 36 inches

Istanbul M. Blair PESSEMIER Oil on canvas 24 x 36 inches SOLD

Tomato Plant LFP Acrylic on canvas board 12 x 15 inches

2009-08-29T15:56:00.003+02:00

Souq MBP Oil on canvasa 24 x 20 inches

Sunflowers Laurie Fox PESSEMIER Acrylic on canvas 12 x 36 inches

Larry's backyard Laurie Fox PESSEMIER Acrylic on canvas 14 x 11 inches

2009-08-29T15:45:00.003+02:00

Surf Fishing Laurie Fox PESSEMIER Acrylic on canvas 14 x 11 inches

Girl on the rocks M. Blair PESSEMIER Oil on canvas 11 x 14

Pattipan Squash Laurie Fox PESSEMIER Acrylic on canvas 12 x 12 inches

Hemlock Apples Laurie Fox PESSEMIER Acrylic on canvas 12 x 12 inches

2009-08-19T21:48:00.004+02:00

Istanbul Tourist MBP Oil on canvas 22 x 28 inches

2009-08-19T21:32:00.004+02:00

Manhattan View MBP Oil on canvas 18 x 24 inches

Waiting for the caravan LFP Acrylic on canvas 36 x 12 inches Inner tubes LFP Acrylic on canvas 18 x 24 inches SOLD

2009-08-19T21:23:00.006+02:00

Across the Lake LFP Acrylic on canvas 18 x 12 inches

Balancing LFP Acrylic on canvas 11 x 14 inches SOLD

NYC Tug MBP Oil on canvas 11 x 14 inches

2009-07-27T14:07:00.000+02:00

Repose M. Blair PESSEMIER Oil on canvas 24 x 36 inches

2009-07-18T23:48:00.003+02:00

River at Old Lyme LFP Acrylic on canvas 20 x 20 inches SOLD

2009-07-15T14:36:00.002+02:00

Swimming Laurie Fox PESSEMIER Acrylic on canvas 12 x 12 inches (part of the Stony Creek Gallery paint for Lyme disease)

Sunday Morning Laurie Fox PESSEMER Acrylic on canvas 20 x 16 inches (painted at Stony Creek Lyme disease benefit -- photo shadow left side)

Gestures on Red Rosin Paper 2 LFP 20 x 12 inches

Gestures on Red Rosin Paper 1 LFP

2009-07-06T15:19:00.002+02:00

Under the Red Umbrella LFP Acrylic on canvas 14 x 11 inches Multicolor shade LFP Acrylic on canvas 11 x 14 inches

Going home LFP Acrylic on canvas 20 x 10 inches

Four Girls by the Sea LFP Acrylic on canvas 20 x 16 "

Coming and going to the beach LFP Acrylic on canvas 16 x 12 inches

2009-06-28T22:24:00.000+02:00

June M. Blair PESSEMIER Oil on linen 22 x 28 inches

2009-06-28T22:13:00.003+02:00

Vista: Hammonasset Laurie Fox PESSEMIER Acrylic on canvas 16 x 8 inches

Tree at Hammonasset Laurie Fox PESSEMIER Acrylic on canvas 12 x 12 inches SOLD

2009-06-07T15:51:00.002+02:00

Iris at the Beach M. Blair PESSEMIER Oil on canvas 28 x 22 inchesPines at the beach M. Blair PESSEMIER Oil on canvas 24 x 16 inches
Swans Laurie Fox PESSEMIER Acrylic on canvas 21 x 25 inches

2009-06-07T15:48:00.002+02:00

RESCUE Laurie Fox PESSEMIER Acrylic on canvas 12 x 12 inches
North South Laurie Fox PESSEMIER Acrylic on canvas 12 x 12 inches

Day at the Beach Laurie Fox PESSEMIER Acrylic on canvas 20 x 8 inches

Crest of the beach Laruie Fox PESSEMIER Acrylic on canvas 12 x 12 "