Just the Facts

    ​ This feels like the longest winter of my life.  Yes, I am warm in the apartment near Rome, but I want to be playing outside.  And now we are facing the icy blast from Siberia:  I planned on it being warmer.  I hope my outdoor painting workshop in the Borghese Gardens next Sunday will be possible.  The show must go on. https://www.eventbrite.com/e/rome-painting-workshop-tickets-43227028205 I like winter, at first, when … Continue reading Just the Facts

The Library

​Finally, after weeks of delay, the new bookcase was delivered on Monday.  Our American Library in Stimigliano has over 1,250 donated books, of various genres, available for circulation.   We found a lovely antique wooden bookcase, slightly over twelve feet (3 meters) in length for sale in a second hand lot.   Because brown furniture is so out of fashion, and we are among the few people who have a … Continue reading The Library

Artnotes: Thrilling

Things get easier for me as I get older.  I am not totally without stress, but I have somehow managed to get through without panic these days.   I used to think a certain day or certain event would take place that would trigger my demise, or at least a downward slide.  In fact, things go much slower than that. And a downward slide is often … Continue reading Artnotes: Thrilling

Artnotes: A Perfect Day

​At Porto Garabaldi looking North   Blair Pessemier Acrylic/canvas  18 x 12″  45 x 30cm Today was the perfect day.  We decided yesterday to make bacon and eggs for breakfast today.  We did, with square toast (loaf bread) and coffee.  It was good, for a change, from our sweet pastry and macchiato at the cafe.  Their coffee is way better, though. We followed up our … Continue reading Artnotes: A Perfect Day

Artnotes: A Lively Stepper

Today (the day I wrote this) is Labor Day in America.  The day everyone takes it easy and has a picnic, signifying the end of the summer before going back to work.   All Western cultures seem to have this day, this moment, when we all get back to business.  The French say Bon Rentree and try to preserve their tan as long as possible.  The … Continue reading Artnotes: A Lively Stepper

Artnotes: It Must Be Italy

We were disappointed a friend couldn’t make it to visit this week (vacation can be complicated; he may come later) so we took a motor trip ourselves.  A painting friend lent us his villa in the hills outside of Rome. ​View East from Stimigliano  Blair Pessemier  Acrylic/linen  16 x 20″  40 x 50cm  275.00 We stopped halfway at Arezzo (2 hours), where Piero della Francesco’s … Continue reading Artnotes: It Must Be Italy

Artnotes: TV

Begonias on an Indian Background  Laurie Fox Pessemier   Acrylic/linen  12 x 12 30 x 30cm  225.00​ Blair and I actually watched our Internet TV this week, for the first time since last summer.   We saw and heard Comey testify in front of the Senate committee.  I loved hearing his eloquence:  whole sentences delivered in a calm, deliberate way. I have watched other “speeches”, mostly … Continue reading Artnotes: TV

Artnotes: The Mower

Roses in Glass   Laurie Fox Pessemier   Acrylic/linen  12 x 12  30 x 30cm The birds perch at the edges of the lawn, cocking their heads side-to-side; butterflies can’t light – their world, which existed for the past two months, has been destroyed in one fell swoop: The Mower.  Two or three times a summer, the giant mowing tractor, with its sweeping blades, tears … Continue reading Artnotes: The Mower

Artnotes: Bloom Where We’re Planted

Just Bloomed   Laurie Fox Pessemier   Acrylic/linen  20 x 24″  50 x 60cm Why is it some weeks nothing goes on and others?  Phew, we had one of those  last week. In Paris, we visited with more friends than we remembered:  one who converses with the trees and another that has been unraveling the secrets of life.  Our friend Vincent Gagliostro made a film, … Continue reading Artnotes: Bloom Where We’re Planted

Artnotes: About the Future

View from the balcony: Val de Grace   Laurie Fox Pessemier  Acrylic/linen       225.00 ​I am writing to you from a rainy and grey Paris this morning.  The cool damp air feels good on my skin, even the occasional shower refreshing.  I recall a French woman, Mireille, from Paris, telling me how her first memory was of rain, on her face, in her … Continue reading Artnotes: About the Future