Lavender in a Green Vase Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/newspaper 24 x 17" 63 x 41cm
Camo Moth Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/newspaper 17 x 24" 41 x 63cm
Polka Dot Wasp Moth Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/newspaper 17 x 24" 41 x 63cm
Living it up Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/newspaper 24 x 17" 63 x 41cm
Hi-heeled Sandals Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/newspaper 17 x 24" 41 x 63cm
"Made in Italy" Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/newspaper 17 x 24" 41 x 63cm
Black Dress Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/newspaper 17 x 24" 41 x 63cm
Purple Heels Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/newspaper 17 x 24" 41 x 63cm
This is my last post
from Rocca Malatina for awhile. We're headed to the USA next week.
I made the reservation two months before my Dad passed away, and we constructed
our summer around that. It will be weird he isn't there, but we'll find
new fun. We are participating in the big sale at Brimfield,
Massachusetts, the 12-14 July. I am going to sell those baseball pictures
if it's the last thing I do. Sal is
coming for the burial, which was held off until our arrival.
Meanwhile, we've been
living it up at Villa Loris. There
are bunches of roses in vases throughout the house from our particularly
bountiful bushes. The couple on the hill cooked up a
batch of Indian food, and brought it down for the summer solstice. I
cooked rice and salad, and we sat on the porch until the fireflies came
out. Another neighbor and his dog joined us. We joked about a friend
who passed away this year who was reputed to have danced in the nude on the
night of 21 June. It was hard to
believe, but maybe he was there, this year, in the darkness.
It seemed like the end
of the summer the next night, when we were socked in with fog. Four of us
ate dinner by candlelight in the dining room. We had fois gras and duck with
cherries. Our month-long guest,
who seems to get along with everyone, made dessert.
This week, Harika
visited the hairdresser, the vet and the government agency that approves dogs
for travel. She was stoic about all these experiences, contrary to her
usual behavior. I stood on the dog scale, and was shocked to see how many
kilos I had added. She only gained 100
grams. We both attribute it to water retention.
Her ticket on the plane cost more
than ours this time and she does't get miles, or a drink.
We found two pairs of
spike-heeled shoes by the dumpster yesterday that have provided much
inspiration for my paintings. "Made in Italy", they are
certainly party shoes for a woman with a very delicate foot. Maybe she cast them off after dancing in the
nude the night before?
I've been writing to
my Dad, wherever he may be. I call it the Mosquito Journal. One
day, I'll print it all up and maybe someone, himself reincarnated perhaps, will
pick it up and say, "hey, it's a message from someone I once
knew." His future friends, family, and neighbors will deem it a
passing craziness. But I will be complete. And maybe someone else
will find an oddball idea that comforts.
