I am reading old Jimmy Breslin and much older Montaigne; listening to Elon Musk on Youtube, along with The Magic of Reality by Richard Dawkins (“it is amazing you were ever born”). Rai3 Italian radio discusses mosquitoes. I read all my favorite blogs, deleting the weak ones. Because it is poor painting weather (too hot and muggy), I am playing inside. Harika refuses to walk after 7:30 AM or before 7:30 PM. Blair closes windows, and I open them.
Terra Cotta Plant Rest Blair Pessemier Acrylic/canvas 12 X 10″ 30 x 25cm 175.00
I listened to the late Chris Connell sing Prince’s “Nothing Compares to You”. I watched the SpaceX launch and re-entry of the reusable rockets. I am thinking about outer space. Someone told me Mars used to be like Earth before they had global warming, brought on by volcanoes. I am unable to verify that bit of information, however. Fake news abounds, even outside the planet.
With any luck, all the super-rich will fire off into space and leave the planet for those of us who really like it, love it. Honestly, it seems plausible to me. If you like to stay in five-star hotels and fly first class, that would be easy to recreate in a space station. Leave me with the butterflies.
Butterflies in Outer Space Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/linen 13 x 18″ 33 x 46cm 225.00
I was thinking this week, after a sober conversation on Sunday about young people and immigrants having no hope, how, in 1975, I knocked on the door of every business on Cape Cod, looking for a job, starting as soon as we crossed the Sagamore Bridge. I didn’t get a job until I reached Wellfleet, some 50 miles later. The person I went with didn’t find a job until Provincetown, yet another 15 miles. We camped and ate canned food. Nobody would do that anymore. But it was proof positive that if you want something, and you keep trying, you will eventually get it. I inspire myself with that memory.
We’re going away for few days starting tomorrow. We’re always seeking that illuminated pathway to joy.
Figuring out what it is you want is a mystery. I think you have to have a specific idea, believe it is true, and it will be, sooner or later. I want to sell my paintings, and I believe I will. I may even be a famous and rich artist sometime soon.
Red Roses Blue Sky Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/linen 14 x 20″ 35 x 50cm
Laurie and Blair PESSEMIER