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In the last month Singulart selected two of my paintings for curated collections. Times Square Nite. was selected as the banner image for the entire collection. What a wonderful surprise!

Clic on the images to see the collections.

This is a screenshot from the page of the collection

The painting is Times Square Nite and it’s in this collection. Travel with Singluart: North America.

For sure Times Square is a bucket location. It’s worth seeing it once, even if you aren’t a city person. When I was there some guy rode by on his bicycle and complained about the tourists. I thought that was funny.

Here is what this gorgeous painting would look like on your wall, if you live in Paris :)) . The mannequin on the left is for sale, it’s called Place Colette. The other one moved to a luxurious apartment on the other side of Paris.

From Singulart’s collection À Table.

Another painting that was selected for a curated collection is Le Bistro du Peintre. Probably the largest cafe scene that I’ve made to date. It looks great on this red wall. It’s in the collection À Table.

It pleases me to be featured in this collection because my paintings have been about food for years. In Italy I painted food in the style of the Romans. It was called Xenia when they decorated the walls of villas with still life’s of fruit. They did this as an offering. Anyone who came was offered fruit. LOL, you couldn’t eat it but you were offered. I like that.

Painting on the French Riviera

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.

Those three paintings look wonderful together, I think you should get them, LOL! Find them here >> on Singulart.

Come Paint with me photo by C.Dgene

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.

come paint with me on the French Riviera . Click to find out more!

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 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.

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