How I found freedom from my dream

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 facialđŸ€Ł 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.

Reject n.1 :: live Auction, now!

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.

>>Live ebay auction now attn: opens in new window<<<

Reject #1

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

Amsterdam and Parisian works

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 CarrĂ© 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 CarrĂ©d’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
CarrĂ© d’Artistes online
CarrĂ© d’artistes Beruit
CarrĂ© d’artistes Sedona, Arizona
Range of Arts fine art gallery , Honfleur

2 paintings for Beruit

It’s a great pleasure to tell you that two of my paintings were selected to be in the CarrĂ© 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.

 

More Amsterdam Paintings

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  CarrĂ© d’ArtistesÂź gallery in Amsterdam.

 

 

Amsterdam Paintings

Soon my paintings will be at the CarrĂ© d’ArtistesÂź 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.

 

Automobile Classics

It’s time for cars. Dream cars, race cars, steel cars. Stick shifts and double shifts. Those cars we drove before seat belts. The classics.

My favorite cars are those where I can relax in the passenger seat with my feet on the dash.

These cars will be at the Paratissima art fair in Turin, Italy from 1 to 5th November. Look for CarrĂ© d’artistes stand and find the your dream car.

All paintings are oil on canvas.

 

The Sedona show

I’ve already blogged about my positive experiences with CarrĂ© d’artistes fine art galleries. Here is another reason why I like to work with them. After returning home from Sedona this came in the mail.


I lovely note signed by wonderful people. And two brushes. A thoughtful follow up.

 Painting isn’t an effort, it is a pleasure and I am lucky to call myself a professional painter. Lucky also to work with CarrĂ© d’artistes. They know how to make their artists feel desirable. 

I managed to take in the sights and photograph the Bell Rock vortex. Hiking wasn’t on my agenda. But I did meditate and saw the magic. There are lots of faces on that rock.

The show had a good turnout despite the outrageous heat. It was 49 degrees in Phoenix, and 37 in Sedona. 

I made the trip to Flagstaff and found my father’s tomb. Afternoon wandering around the cemetery for over an hour and being dive bombed by crows I asked for a sign.  This was the sign. It was on top of the tomb. No idea who put it there.


Thank you to all of you who contributed to The Indiegogo campaign. And thank you Cate Stetson for the wonderful meals.

Open Studio in Sedona, Arizona

Two weeks from today, Saturday June 17th, my palette knife and I will be in Sedona, Arizona. Painting at the CarrĂ© d’artistes fine art gallery in the Tlaquepaque Arts & Crafts Village.

I want to thank all the wonderful family and friends who contritubed to my Indiegogo campaign. You helped my buy my plane tickets and some taco lunches. I can’t wait to eat some fine Mexican food. Paris boasts great food but Tacos are hard to find.

This trip is a big deal for me. Not only the painting exibition but also my personal quest. In the past five months I painted 80 small format paintings for the gallery and 15 large ones. I’m ready to fly and enjoy the Southwest energy.

Here is an underpainting, how I start my paintings. It’s what you’ll see if you arrive early on Saturday. Not this exact image but it gives you an idea of how I work. I used to prime my canvases with a flat color then paint alla-prima. Now I do underpaintings. Lots of people wonder if this is watercolor. It’s not. It is very diluted oil. I like the drips.

Snoopy Rock underpainting
An underpainting, done in oil wash on canvas