Writers collect their rejection letters. Actors collect their casting call rejections. Painter save their rejected paintings.
Getting rejected is part of the creative profession. If you haven’t been rejected you haven’t tried to show your work. After 30 years I still get rejected. What do I do? Move on to the next project.
To celebrate 30 years of professional activity I’m transforming paintings into assembled sculptures, collectable art objects, and wearable art. These are marked with a stitched Scarlet X to differentiate them from my gallery paintings. Available only directly through me.
See ebay auction for shipping costs and details.
Soon I will tell you the story about the blue nude. It was painted in Maryland on the top of Braddock Heights.
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.
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
In a few months I’ll celebrate 30 years of activity as a professional artist.
Now what does that mean?
One of my teachers at the Maryland Institute College of Art told us undergrads that one day we had to decide to be artists. We were green, full of pure Shakti, and a bit of acne.
I remember the day I decided to call myself an artist. It felt strange. I was bartending at Olde Towne Tavern in Frederick, Maryland. And I was making things. I made paintings of blue nudes.
Mind you this was 30 years ago. And this piece of junk has a big story behind it. I’ll tell you the story in the next post.
Let’s get back to what it means to celebrate 30 years of professional artistic activity.
Every thing I own I bought with the earnings from my art.
For 30 years I’ve worked for myself and painted what my heart desires. For 30 years I’ve been my own boss. For 30 years I’ve mixed paint, cleaned brushes, shipped paintings, packed paintings, marketed myself, eaten cheese and apples at the easel, worked until midnight and on Sundays, learned how to make my own website, got fined by customs, given painting workshops, made a painting a day, made 5 paintings a day, made a painting in three weeks… And I made money painting. I’ve paid taxes as an artist for 30 years.
And I LOVE it. I’ve realized my life dream. I became an artist and moved to Paris. I started 30 years ago.
And when I retire I’m going to be a painter.
A few more paintings. These should arrive today at the Carré d’Artistes gallery on Nieuw Speigelstraat.
I could paint faster. These re selling quicker than I can paint them.
It’s a great pleasure to tell you that two of my paintings were selected to be in the Carré 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.
This is what it’s like to paint with a free bird. If you don’t know yet my assistant is Chicken. He loves to perch on my paint brush. Then he tries to pluck the keys off my laptop keyboard.
The painting is in Rue Mouffetard. Heart of the Latin Quarter.
It looks like I’m not adding anything to the canvas.
It’s going to the Carré d’Artistes gallery in Beruit.
It’s not nearly done.
N67 -10x15cm ink, watercolor on Arches paper
I’ve tried all the cafes in Place Contrescarpe. Reluctantly, I inevitably return to Cafe Delmas. The waiters are crisp. The leather club chairs are luxurious. The lighting is low. It’s got atmosphere. It’s got this, j’en sais pas, feeling. All it’s missing is a fireplace.
Dated and noted. Colors on screen may vary from the actual real live illustration.
Will post anywhere in the world with the message of your choice. An envelope and standard postal shipping is included in the price.
All postcards are 25 Euro.