Here in my Gallery on the French Riviera I talk to you about my latest painting. Cafe Le Descartes. A nocturne Parisian cafe scene from my signature series the Blue Hour of Contemporary Paris. This cafe is on rue Descartes in the Latin Quarter. I have walked by this cafe often.
It’s going to be fun to be back in Paris for a visit.
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.
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These are a classic Parisian pastry. I found them in a chic pastry shop Close to the Arc de Truimph.
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What is behind the mask? Why are we forced to wear masks? The list of absurdities…
Masked or fined 135 euro then jailed on 3rd offense: age 12 and up: On the street, in the metro, walking into a restaurant or any other public space.
No Mask okay: anyone under the age of 12 anywhere, smoking anywhere, sitting inside or outside at a restaurant, riding a bicycle, jogging, standing with a drink and a cigarette at a cafe on the street…
This past year has been a time for reflection and it’s brought big changes in my work. Looking back I see that I realized the dream of my youth.
What was that dream ?
Move to Paris and be an artist. Dreams are attainable. In 1988 I left the US with 400$ in my pocket and a one way ticket to Italy. During the 21 years I lived there I carved a niche in space and built a career.
Then one day I woke up and saw that wasn’t the life I wanted. I sold everything and moved to Paris. People said I was stupid to give away all that I had built and move for the unknown. I had everything in the material world that would make 90% of the people happy. Including a house on the Etruscan coast. Every summer I spent 3 months at the sea…
But Paris was the destination. And it’s been good to me.
Then last year the persona Angie the Artist seemed to vanish. Nothing worked, nothing sold. I was in the red and digging. I had to get a job. I was terrified. I had to get a facial🤣 and I sobbed for an entire day. Starbucks refused me. Amorino didn’t even respond. My ego was a doormat.
Thank God I was practicing Hatha and Nada Yoga everyday. The vritti were calm.
I wanted a job where I didn’t have to think. I cleaned a house and the lady never paid me. I didn’t want to teach English though I had a good CV and I’d been smart enough to get a teaching certificate. Just before the massive strikes last December I interviewed with Cap English.
Then the strikes hit.
They offered me classes the next day because many of their teachers couldn’t get to work. I walked 3 hours in the rain to teach for 3 hours then another 3 hour walk to get home…
I subbed in different schools until in one school the teachers begged me to take over because the former teacher left.
I never knew how much I would like teaching. I even forget I exist when I’m writing on the blackboard. I was liberated from the persona Angie the Artist because I was enjoying myself, thought I did have to think 😉. No time wasted declaring taxes, doing marketing. No pressure.
One day during the lunch pause I looked at a tree and thought how the tree was content. It didn’t need to be anyone. It didn’t have to pretend
I was liberated from a 30+ year ego trip.
And now I am free to paint, scuplt, and play music.
Angie Brooksby-Arcangioli 