During my 14 year sojourn in Paris a few sights always caught my eye. The Eiffel tower and the cobblestones. During its construction the Eiffel tower was heavily criticized by artists and writers. They considered it to be a monstrous erection that violated the Parisian canon of beauty.
The skeleton is sort of out place amongst the Haussmannian architecture. Perhaps it was the beginning of the dystopian era. Where beauty and harmony are sacked for function and shock. It is a “sight” and climbing it is always an event. I took the photo for this painting on my way to meet girlfriends for dinner on rue de Monttessuey. The drizzly fog cast halos from the shop lights. My minds eye saw the painting while I stood in the middle of the friggin boulevard with cars racing around me.
The first time I went up the Eiffel Tower I was 9 months pregnant. Pregnant women didn’t wait in line, despite nasty protests from tired tourists. At the time the lines were awfully long. Now that’s changed. My idea was that my baby would be born on the top. Luckily that didn’t happen. I was more than ready to lay that egg.
The cobblestones in the Latin Quarter and the 6th arrondissements are the other thing that always mesmerize me. I had visually integrated cobblestones because I walked on them for years in Italy. Feet baking rocks they are. The could probably melt iron in Florence. The rocks on Nantucket Island that feign for cobblestones are insane. You need moon boots to navigate them. In Paris they are special because it rains often, like all the time. You can get away with stilettos unless the apéro dinatoire lasted until 1am. Then it’s a barefoot boogie.
These two sexy paintings are available for sale via Singulart. Clic on the images for the link.
Before I show you my new work, I decided to spill the beans about a secret that I’ve kept for over a year. In 2020 I began donating a percentage of my sales Saving Lives in Rishikesh and to the Shakti School of Arts for girls in Rishikesh.
Through a series of events and a common friend I was put in touch with Ram Das and Tarini Ma who take care of lots of people in Venezuela and in Rishikesh. It all started when I was cleaning out my closets and saw a post on Facebook from Ram Das saying that they needed clothes and if anyone could donate them. I’d been following them for a while. I never sent the clothes because the pandemic blocked all entry of used clothes. But now my art sales go to helping young girls learn art, girls who otherwise would have no education. Hopefully one day I’ll be able to go there and meet the wonderful Tarini Ma and Ram Das. And what a dream it would be to teach a few classes on painting and drawing.
And here are the three Parisian Waiters. They are each 120×40 cm, oil on canvas. I love these three magical Parisian Serveurs. They look so chic in this white kitchen with a marble wall. Red, black and white are the colours of Parisian bistrots. One of these guys worked at L’académie de la Biere on Boulevard de Port Royal before he moved on the Cafe Delmas in Place Contrescarpe. These three waiters were all working the terrasse of Cafe Delmas when I immortalised them. Ever since I saw the Flute Player by Manet, I wanted to paint a full body portrait on a simple collared ground. Le Fifre inspired me also for the colours. These make a great triptych and they are available here on Singulart. They are named Gars Dumas 1,3 & 4. Number 2 sold. There were four of them.
The Latin quarter in Paris was my digs, but I spent lots of time in the 12th. I lived in the 5th arrondissement and walked up or down rue Mouffetard at least once a day. I wrote a flash fiction about it. In the summer time, on Sunday mornings, it smells like roasting chicken, fresh seafood, camembert, wine, kebob, fresh baked bread, tobacco smoke and a cocktail of smells from last night’s partying that isn’t worth mentioning. Quite the cacaphony for sensitive nostrils.
The market on rue Mouffetard is a wonderful muse. I painted it many times. This painting is one of my best. I like the white reflecting off the cobblestones. Once it poured down rain when I walked on those stones. I ended up removing my shoes because they were useless. I had to toss them.
This painting has a history. It was in a gallery in Beruit and in Honfleur. Now it is for sale through Singulart. Here is what it would like hanging on your wall.
I just love sipping coffee in the morning and staring at Angie’s painting of Paris on my wall. I feel like I’m there everyday.
Client in California
In the 12th arrondissement the yoga studios were concentrated. I’d ride my bike there or fly down the sidewalks on my kick scooter to get to Om Sweet Om, where I taught classes. On my way I’d stop to photograph the cafes.
The Brasserie l’Européen is one of my favorites. It’s directly across from Gare de Lyon. It’s shiny; all chrome and mirrors. Paris 1980’s. I enjoyed painting this awning. The yellow and green light contrasts with the violet color of the buildings in the background. The man in the red coat is making seafood platters.
For years I’ve wanted to paint faces. Here is the new series. The Gilded. Available on Singulart, clic on each image to go to the page. They are graced by the limelight, the divine light, or just too cool to pass up. These works are india ink and gilding on canvas, Black, White and Gold. Let me know what you think. I believe they have that universal quality I’ve been searching for. A boutique hotel needs these. Everyone who has seen them is wow-ed.
If you are a fan of the Netflix series the Bridgerton, stay tuned. Angie adored the Duke of Hastings, and those wigs that Queen Charlotte sported could have held a bee hive.
The gilding on these pieces makes them interactive, they reflect everything, but they don’t listen to you. They seem to light up when the sun goes down. The eyes of the Golden Yogi Sadhu seem to stare at you no matter how far to the side of the canvas you are. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had eyes in the back of his head. Milady Hilda has got secrets. And she’s dying to let you know. She’s sassy. I asked my girlfriends what to name her, we had a great laugh but I won’t tell you what we said. It’s a secret. James is looking down his nose. That doesn’t mean anything, maybe his top hat is too big. Sugar Daddy is cool. And Peter Jackson was world famous boxer who was born a free man in the late 1800’s.
I never imagined I would live on the Riviera. Moving here wasn’t part of any plan, I bought a train ticket last year and in that moment life took an unexpected turn. Grey Paris lost its charm.
I moved back south to paint outdoors, like I did in Tuscany before I moved to Paris. Painting Roses in the Jardin de Gassin seemed like Alice in Wonderland might appear behind the bush. Painting in the poppies was a delight. I met a color blind photographer who could not see the poppies.
But painting on the sea is something special. The light changes constantly. You have to paint fast and sure. It’s thrilling. Like a roller coaster ride.
Come paint with me! I teach half day workshops in the great outdoors, on the seaside. In lavender fields, in villages, in vineyards. Wherever you want to go. Absolute discretion guaranteed! I’ve worked with rock stars, politicians, and TV producers, and normal folks like myself.
Right now on the French Riviera the citrus trees are blooming. The perfume of orange and lemon blossoms fills the air. Never in my life have I lived in a place where the air is perfumed like it is here. So I decided to paint a giant lemon tree.
While I was working on this I received a call for entries from Singulart to create something based on Feng Shui.
I discovered that citrus trees are auspicious plants to have in your home especially your wealth corner. I read that they were carried in pots and were given to the emperor. During the travels the fruits ripened.
Apparently a lime tree on each side of the front door is especially brings good fortune.
The entries had to be drawings, not paintings. I haven’t made big for years. From my garage I dug up archival 600 pound cold-pressed Arches watercolour paper and set to work
Moonlight Lemon Tree was the first one I did. Then I drew a pair of lime trees in pots, working non stop for seven hours. All three of these works on paper are refreshing and elegant. The gilding reflects differently as the light changes in the room. Gilding brings a canvas to life
All three were hard to photograph because outside it was windy and there is a pesky cat that likes to spray anything. Moonlight Lemon tree was particularly hard to photograph. It’s a delicate drawing, sophisticated and calm, while the two lime trees are joyful. For some reason they remind me of Florida.
Exciting news! I’ve been waiting to announce the news. It’s daring and thrilling. Something that I always dreamt of doing and being part of. Before I tell you, here are two new paintings from my new abstraction series that I am calling Inside Out.
What’s the news? Can you guess?
These new paintings take a lot of planning. They are macro images from my photographs. I spend late nights reworking the photos before I paint. I am using luxury brand house paints, and high quality art acrylics, and spray paints, and old leaf, and this is a run on sentence but I’m just so excited to tell you my big news.
My big news, I signed an exclusive agreement with Singulart 100% of my production will be sold on their platform. They are my sole agent. Here is the link to my page Singulart.
While working on graphic design for my Nada yoga classes I discovered a new vision. It happened because I was enjoying myself and experimenting. This mind frame of play is what we need more of. From it comes good things like these new paintings. Check them out on Singulart.
I feel like Van Gogh when he discovered the Simultaneous Contrast of Colours, the theory that was invented by Eugene Chevreul.
The last few months in my atelier were dedicated to painting the Parisian Cafe. All of the cafes and restaurants in all of France were closed for months. No one was sitting at a cafe. It was surreal. These paintings celebrate. The iconic Parisian cafe life. To purchase > go to my Singulart page.