The Art of P. Buckley Moss

Hello Again,

I am sorry this is a long letter. So much has happened. You can skip reading it if you are in a hurry and I promise it will be shorter next week.

This evening I fly to Rome, where daughter Becky will be meeting me in the morning and taking me to Cortona. For two weeks, we will work in her studio on etchings and silkscreens. Because my own house is not ready for me to move into, I will stay with Becky, Roberto, Sophie and Michela in the apartment of Enza, the other grandmother. It will be crowded quarters but full of fun and fine Italian food.

Pat's home in Mathews, Virginia, surrounded by Autumn's beauty.

I left Virginia early on Friday morning, knowing that when I return home in three weeks, the last of the leaves will have fallen. Nature gave us an unparalleled display of color this fall, enough to carry me through the winter months of the jungle green in Panama.

I flew into Atlanta and attended a small luncheon given by Harley Tomey, the retiring President of the International Dyslexia Association. I sat opposite Neil Bush, the brother of our President. Like me, a dyslexic, Neil is fighting hard to level the playing field for the learning different. He is about to launch a program that uses computer technology to make classroom learning fun and in keeping with other technical advances of the twenty-first century.

Lunch with IDA and Neil Bush.
Neil Bush, brother of President George W. Bush and Harley Tomey, President of IDA, talk with Pat at lunch on Friday. Also at the table, Nancy Hennessy, President elect IDA and Thomas Viall, Executive Director, IDA.

At dinner that evening both Neil and I gave addresses. Neil is an excellent presenter, informative but at the same time entertaining with a delightful sense of humor. I hope he will be the keynote speaker at the opening of the P. Buckley Moss Foundation for Children's Education conference next November.

After Neil's speech, I was presented with the IDA's first annual Pinnacle Award. It is an award that is to be given each year to a dyslexic person who is a role model to others who learn differently. Needless to say I feel highly honored while knowing that I owe my recognition to the good works of the P. Buckley Moss Society and the Foundation.

Sing Along in St. Pete.
Pat goes solo during a sing along in the gallery in St. Petersburg. At the piano our resident pianist, Patti Starwick.

Saturday and Sunday I was "at home" to collectors of my art at my gallery here, in St. Petersburg. This morning I walked with the "Street Walkers," my walking ladies, with whom I walk whenever I am in town. Now with bags packed, I am off to Atlanta to catch the overnight flight to Rome.

Next week I will write from Cortona where my granddaughters have been busy as extras in the filming of Frances Mayes' book, Under the Tuscan Sun. I will be back in Virginia in two weeks to get ready for the Barn Show, December 6th–8th, when I look forward to meeting those of you who can make it to Waynesboro.

Arrivederci. With love,
Pat.