In my last post I mentioned the blue nude and its history. Momentarily I don’t have time to divulge this story because I’ve got rejects. But here is a clue: the person who bought the painting is a man…
To celebrate 30 years of professional activity I’m going to auction off some rejects.
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Reject #1 is absolutely useless. But it’s pretty, right? Like an eternal flower. Better than a plastic flower.
Reject n.1 is so light in weight it almost Continue reading
In a few months I’ll celebrate 30 years of activity as a professional artist.
Now what does that mean?
One of my teachers at the Maryland Institute College of Art told us undergrads that one day we had to decide to be artists. We were green, full of pure Shakti, and a bit of acne.
I remember the day I decided to call myself an artist. It felt strange. I was bartending at Olde Towne Tavern in Frederick, Maryland. And I was making things. I made paintings of blue nudes.
Mind you this was 30 years ago. And this piece of junk has a big story behind it. I’ll tell you the story in the next post.
Let’s get back to what it means to celebrate 30 years of professional artistic activity.
Every thing I own I bought with the earnings from my art.
For 30 years I’ve worked for myself and painted what my heart desires. For 30 years I’ve been my own boss. For 30 years I’ve mixed paint, cleaned brushes, shipped paintings, packed paintings, marketed myself, eaten cheese and apples at the easel, worked until midnight and on Sundays, learned how to make my own website, got fined by customs, given painting workshops, made a painting a day, made 5 paintings a day, made a painting in three weeks… And I made money painting. I’ve paid taxes as an artist for 30 years.
And I LOVE it. I’ve realized my life dream. I became an artist and moved to Paris. I started 30 years ago.
And when I retire I’m going to be a painter.
Today is the equinox. Summer is officially over. In Paris today the wind is strong and feels like ocean air. It’s a clearing wind that brings a feeling of change.
And talk about change. In July I left for vacation after preparing many oils for the Carred’artists gallery in Amsterdam. I’d sent off my last shipment and went to the beach for the first time in 2 years.
If you are looking for these Amsterdam paintings do not go to the Amsterdam Gallery to find my them. Contact Carré d’artistes directly here. (opens in new window)
To see what’s available look at the Amsterdam Portfolio on my website or go directly to the Carréd’artistes website. (opens in new page)
Here are a few:
I enjoyed painting Amsterdam and they sold quite well.
But now I’m painting large formats of Paris. Here are a few that are available right now in the Saint Germain Gallery in Paris:
My paintings are also available in
Carré d’Artistes online
Carré d’artistes Beruit
Carré d’artistes Sedona, Arizona
Range of Arts fine art gallery , Honfleur
A few more paintings. These should arrive today at the Carré d’Artistes gallery on Nieuw Speigelstraat.
I could paint faster. These re selling quicker than I can paint them.
l’Heure Bleue au Européen – 100×100 cm, huile sur toile
Au Marché de rue Mouffetard – 100x100cm, huile sur toile
It’s a great pleasure to tell you that two of my paintings were selected to be in the Carré d’Artistes gallery in Beruit, Lebanon.
My paintings have gone many places, including Japan and Taiwan but never to a gallery in Lebanon.
More exciting news coming soon.
This is what it’s like to paint with a free bird. If you don’t know yet my assistant is Chicken. He loves to perch on my paint brush. Then he tries to pluck the keys off my laptop keyboard.
The painting is in Rue Mouffetard. Heart of the Latin Quarter.
It looks like I’m not adding anything to the canvas.
It’s going to the Carré d’Artistes gallery in Beruit.
It’s not nearly done.
AF4-9-18 Boat Hideout
AF4-10-18 Pink Cruise
If you follow me on Instagram you’ve seen some of these in the works. Chicken helped me paint some of them.
He loves to land on my paintbrushes when I’m painting. Then he likes to drop onto my palette where all the oil paints are mixed. It’s more like dive bombing.
One day he swiped his tail in cadmium orange. I had to catch him, no easy feat. And clean him with marseilles soap. I was worried he’d die of cadmium poisoning because a large gob was on his tongue from trying to clean his tail. Luckily he didn’t seemed bothered. He is a pest. But so much fun.
Want to see these paintings in person? They are coming soon Carré d’Artistes® gallery in Amsterdam.
AF3-1-18 Twilight Twinkle
AF4-8-18 On the Canal
Soon my paintings will be at the Carré d’Artistes® gallery in Amsterdam. These are a sneak peek of the first forty.
It’s a fun challenge to paint a new subject, a new city.
City reflections were my inspiration when I painted the Arno river many years ago, that seems like a different life, when I lived in Florence. Cats have nine lives, I wonder how many lives artists have. Every new subject feels like a new chapter.
I never imagined that I might paint Amsterdam, or exhibit there. It’s a blessing to work with such great people who believe in me and showcase my work in their galleries.
How do you get to show in all theses places? Paint, paint, paint. Be jealous of your time and creative space. Carve your own path through life.