Trees Panaro Spring Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/canvas 23.5 x 15.5" 60 x 40"
Dovecote Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/canvas 16 x 13" 41 x 33cm
Trees at the River Blair Pessemier Acrylic/canvas 16 x 13" 41 x 33 cm
Oratorio Monteorsello Blair Pessemier Acrylic/canvas 13 x 18" 33 x 46cm
My Dad, “Foxie”, passed away this week. I had just been there to see him alive, and talked to him only 24 hours
before he left us. It’s a remarkable
thing, after 63 years together, he isn’t there anymore. He was the first person that loved me; he was
a witness to all I did, good and bad.
He was my sounding board, and I decided at an early age, if I couldn’t
tell him what I was doing, I probably shouldn’t be doing it. I trusted him.
I feel grief, but I feel more relieved he won’t be stuck in
his bed any longer. He used to run seven
miles a day, three times a week. When he
couldn’t do that anymore, at age 70, he walked (“I see so much more,” he
admitted). And he walked up until a few
weeks before his death, when he broke his pelvis. Being in bed just wasn’t something he could
tolerate.
Anyway, services are taking place without me being
there. I can’t face, physically nor
financially, another trip to the USA with our annual summer pilgrimage looming
on 26 June. The actual burial will be
“put on ice” until I arrive, end of June.
Back in April, I made an earlier reservation than usual for our
American summer trip. It also puts us in
the Northeast USA in time to be at the Brimfield Antiques and Art Fair in
Brimfield, Massachusetts. We’re sharing
a “double” booth with an artist friend, Michael Ince. He makes prints and wood sculpture and it
will be a good fit alongside us. We are
selling our Baseball Show, my Newspaper Paintings, and our usual collection of
Fine Art Paintings on canvas. I have
made a couple of catalogs: https://issuu.com/paintfox/docs/the_news
; https://issuu.com/paintfox/docs/summerball_by_laurie_and_blair_pess
I am under pressure now to divest the paintings in our
storage locker in the USA; without my Dad I have no real place from which to
maintain what’s there. So, we’re
“selling out to the walls”. There may be
an art bonfire on the beach at Highland Lake on the 24 July. I hope not.
I am looking forward to our artshow. It’s terrifically nerve-wracking but standing
face to face with interested buyers satisfies my gambling gene (from my mother,
Shorty). All this week I have been
painting, promoting, and eating and drinking ferociously. I am overwhelmed with an urge to live. And,
when we get back here in August, we’re showing our Italian work in Zocca. Anything can happen.
