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.
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.
During my 14 year sojourn in Paris a few sights always caught my eye. The Eiffel tower and the cobblestones. During its construction the Eiffel tower was heavily criticized by artists and writers. They considered it to be a monstrous erection that violated the Parisian canon of beauty.
The skeleton is sort of out place amongst the Haussmannian architecture. Perhaps it was the beginning of the dystopian era. Where beauty and harmony are sacked for function and shock. It is a “sight” and climbing it is always an event. I took the photo for this painting on my way to meet girlfriends for dinner on rue de Monttessuey. The drizzly fog cast halos from the shop lights. My minds eye saw the painting while I stood in the middle of the friggin boulevard with cars racing around me.
The first time I went up the Eiffel Tower I was 9 months pregnant. Pregnant women didn’t wait in line, despite nasty protests from tired tourists. At the time the lines were awfully long. Now that’s changed. My idea was that my baby would be born on the top. Luckily that didn’t happen. I was more than ready to lay that egg.
The cobblestones in the Latin Quarter and the 6th arrondissements are the other thing that always mesmerize me. I had visually integrated cobblestones because I walked on them for years in Italy. Feet baking rocks they are. The could probably melt iron in Florence. The rocks on Nantucket Island that feign for cobblestones are insane. You need moon boots to navigate them. In Paris they are special because it rains often, like all the time. You can get away with stilettos unless the apéro dinatoire lasted until 1am. Then it’s a barefoot boogie.
These two sexy paintings are available for sale via Singulart. Clic on the images for the link.
The Latin quarter in Paris was my digs, but I spent lots of time in the 12th. I lived in the 5th arrondissement and walked up or down rue Mouffetard at least once a day. I wrote a flash fiction about it. In the summer time, on Sunday mornings, it smells like roasting chicken, fresh seafood, camembert, wine, kebob, fresh baked bread, tobacco smoke and a cocktail of smells from last night’s partying that isn’t worth mentioning. Quite the cacaphony for sensitive nostrils.
The market on rue Mouffetard is a wonderful muse. I painted it many times. This painting is one of my best. I like the white reflecting off the cobblestones. Once it poured down rain when I walked on those stones. I ended up removing my shoes because they were useless. I had to toss them.
This painting has a history. It was in a gallery in Beruit and in Honfleur. Now it is for sale through Singulart. Here is what it would like hanging on your wall.
I just love sipping coffee in the morning and staring at Angie’s painting of Paris on my wall. I feel like I’m there everyday.
Client in California
In the 12th arrondissement the yoga studios were concentrated. I’d ride my bike there or fly down the sidewalks on my kick scooter to get to Om Sweet Om, where I taught classes. On my way I’d stop to photograph the cafes.
The Brasserie l’Européen is one of my favorites. It’s directly across from Gare de Lyon. It’s shiny; all chrome and mirrors. Paris 1980’s. I enjoyed painting this awning. The yellow and green light contrasts with the violet color of the buildings in the background. The man in the red coat is making seafood platters.
Exciting news! I’ve been waiting to announce the news. It’s daring and thrilling. Something that I always dreamt of doing and being part of. Before I tell you, here are two new paintings from my new abstraction series that I am calling Inside Out.
What’s the news? Can you guess?
These new paintings take a lot of planning. They are macro images from my photographs. I spend late nights reworking the photos before I paint. I am using luxury brand house paints, and high quality art acrylics, and spray paints, and old leaf, and this is a run on sentence but I’m just so excited to tell you my big news.
My big news, I signed an exclusive agreement with Singulart 100% of my production will be sold on their platform. They are my sole agent. Here is the link to my page Singulart.
While working on graphic design for my Nada yoga classes I discovered a new vision. It happened because I was enjoying myself and experimenting. This mind frame of play is what we need more of. From it comes good things like these new paintings. Check them out on Singulart.
I feel like Van Gogh when he discovered the Simultaneous Contrast of Colours, the theory that was invented by Eugene Chevreul.
I just love French pastries. They are edible sculptures. When I first moved to Paris, Wayne Thibault popped into mind every time I walked into a bakery. Colourful little cakes lined up to greet me and ask me for a date. These seven macarons are lined up to greet you every morning with your coffee.
Only a few days left to buy this for 25 euro, with free shipping. December 1st prices go up to 40 euro. It is available check here Daily Paint Works.