The Right Place at the Right Time and the Big Blue Bodhi

Oil painting tree of life
Oil painting tree of life
Big Blue Bodhi – 150×150 cm – gold leaf and oil on canvas

I’ve always been in the right place at the right time. It’s true. I realized this years ago. Sometimes it doesn’t feel like it but then things evolve and I see why events happened to squeeze me into a decision.

For example, last year I had to get a job. It had been 35 years since I worked for someone… You can fill in the blanks.

What this meant was …

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… leaving my atelier to the birds, Chicken and Baby Girl. I was fed up with marketing myself. Lots of creators I know are bogged down by this. Every person is their own entreprise. Creation time is eaten alive by, URSAAF, declarations, marketing, emails, na na na na. Can you hear the violin? You know the rap.

Zoom forward and I am back in the atelier, and at the right place at the right time. Why? Because I began working with a serious online gallery a few years ago. Now all the galleries are vying for the biggest slice of the web. And I have a great job teaching children that gives me a salary and enough time to paint.

My current project is to upload videos of my available paintings because a static image doesn’t do them justice.

A Ferrari for Bruno D.

Commissioned

Today in my studio awaits this classic car commissioned by Bruno D. He wanted a classical background. I chose piazza Santissima Annunziata in my home town Florence, Italy.

Thank you Bruno for ordering this. I am grateful because in 34 years of painting, the oil paint on my palette has never dried up.

The last 12 months were thin and ego crushing, my palette was not my friend. The gobs of paint on my palette weeped and shriveled up but held a core of balmy pigment inside. Waiting for my palette knife to crack them open and unveil their mystery.

I’ve come to love those ego crushing moments because the freedom they bring is like water from a mountain spring.

n 2019468 Finess Saucisson

n 201948 Finess Saucisson

When I was drawing this it reminded me of a story about the Macchiaioli in Livorno. One painter was to poor to buy his own fish from the fishmonger in order to paint a still-life. He had to borrow his neighbour’s fish, paint it then give it back.

Why did I think of this story? Because I’m sitting in a supermarket cafe, waiting on my lunch break as I am now subisitute teaching English in French schools. I borrowed the sausage from the shelf.

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n 2019467 Sausage

n 201947 Sausage – an oringinal postcard-sized illustration from Paris

When I was drawing this it reminded me of a story about the Macchiaioli in Livorno. One painter was to poor to buy his own fish from the fishmonger in order to paint a still-life. He had to borrow his neighbour’s fish, paint it then give it back.

Why did I think of this story? Because I’m sitting in a supermarket cafe, waiting on my lunch break as I am now subisitute teaching English in French schools. I borrowed the sausage from the shelf.

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n 201941 Salted French Butter

N 201941 Salted French Butter- original postcard sized illustration on archival paper

Everything is out of order in Paris, including this post which should have gone up a few days ago. It’s the strikes. Right? I couldn’t even pay my taxes. I guess I should have offered butter to oil the spokes.

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