Thursday, November 21, 2013

Artnotes: Have a Laugh

 Apple Trees Normandy  Blair Pessemier   Acrylic/wood  7.5 x 19.5 inches
 Boatyard Deauville  Laurie Fox Pessemier  Acrylic/wood  6.5 x 13 inches
 View of Trouville beach   Blair Pessemier  Acrylic/wood  6.5 x 13 inches
 Tree by the Calvodos stand  Laurie Fox Pessemier   Acrylic/wood  6.5 x 9.5 inches
 Eglise at Criqueboeuf   Blair Pessemier  Acrylic/wood  6.5 x 9.5
 Harika at the Beach   Laurie Fox Pessemier  Acrylic/wood 7 x 13
 Apple Trees/Cider farm   Laurie Fox Pessemier   Acrylic/wood  5.5 x 20.5 inches
 Apple and Poplar Trees    Laurie Fox Pessemier   Acrylic/wood  6.5 x 13 inches
 Tide out/Trouville    Laurie Fox Pessemier   Acrylic/wood  6 x 13 inches

Artnotes:  Have a Laugh

A generous friend loaned us her apartment in Trouville this week.  We drove up on Sunday and stayed through Wednesday.  I had to take allergy medicine while I was there, but frolicking on the beach is always worth it.

We painted from the car – gnarly apple trees in shades of gold; big old trees robed in oranges.  The warmth of the leaf color against the grey sky was beautiful.  We painted a little on the beach, but freezing temperatures and precipitation (was that snow?) held us back some.  Harika knew she was growing that big heavy coat for something, and she could lay on the sand like it was July – when she wasn’t jumping in the air for joy.

We cooked sole and oysters while we were there, eating by candlelight in our fourth floor perch  with the clattering shutters overlooking the sea.  

We returned to a dinner invitation at a friend’s house in Paris.  They  shared with us (and another three people) their experiences in Africa.  She loved to see how happy the children were when she gave them crayons “they rarely have pencils, let alone COLOR”.  Their group ASKED the people what they wanted for projects.  It wasn’t hospitals or schools, but a way to stop flooding every year; and a way to keep the rope from the well clean and off the ground -- sound ideas on the way to bigger projects.

There was big talk about birth control and population growth, especially from one woman who herself came from a family of 13 kids.  It’s like being the last family allowed to propagate, or the final immigrant to a country – it just doesn’t work like that.  There was more talk about how warm and loving the people were there – they smile and laugh.  

I currently live in a country with little laughter, and the prospect sounded divine.  I can laugh like a banshee, which I haven’t been doing a lot lately, but know it’s still in there.  I hope to cut loose during our Thanksgiving holiday in Connecticut.  Maybe I will even laugh on the plane, probably over the size and placement of our bargain seats.

Once in awhile I have to laugh at how serious I can take things, and Blair and I giggle like school kids.  It exposes our soul.

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