My Own Art Gallery On the French Riviera

My life as an artist changed in a big way since December. In March I became the owner of an art Gallery in Hyères, someone gave it to me. I thank that person from the bottom of my heart. The gallery is well known all over the Var, that’s the region on the French Riviera that encompasses the turquoise beaches from Toulon to Saint Tropez. Hyères is in the middle. It’s that little needle that sticks out into the crystalline waters of the French Riviera. The Olympic Games will be here next summer.

The gallery is on the main pedestrian street, 26 Rue Massillon. It’s called click >>La Nouvelle Galerie Massillon. I thought of changing the name to Galerie Brooksby but it didn’t seem right. Galerie Brooksby is light and easy. Galerie Massillon has punch. And the gallery came with some serious baggage. I’ll tell you about it in a minute. Let’s talk about Hyères.

Queen Victoria had a villa here. It’s a museum now. The jet set came here once upon a time. Belmondo, Serge Gainsbourg, Dalida, Charles de Gaule, Simone Veil, Aznavour, Chiraq, Mitterand… etc.

But Hyères seemed to fall off the beaten track when huge shopping centres were built 20 minutes west. Lots of people come here and spend a week at the beach then never come into the historic center. The town is a jewel. It has museums, lots of art galleries, and artists’s ateliers. Excellent restaurants and an amazing market on Saturday mornings. It’s not overrun with international franchises. It’s got local shops with local products and produce. Maybe I shouldn’t be telling you this. Our little paradise will explode.

For the last nine or ten years my gallery hosted a slew of exhibitions. Every week a new show happened. A club of amateurs showed here for years. Professional painters and sculptures as well.

I was overjoyed to open the door the first time and settle in. A few days later I felt like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, lifted off my feet and swirling in a storm of battles. The French administration was the easy part. The worst was having to tell all the artists who planned to show here this year that I could not honour their shows. I decided to host professional artists and young artists. I can’t talk about lots of things that happened. Too personal.

On April 22 I inaugurated the gallery with a series of oil paintings done onsite. Charlotte Wood did a Gong Bath. My whole family came across the Atlantic and down from Paris and Germany to support me and to be there.

Here is the poster for the show I am having until May 30th. And one of my new works that is a street in Hyères.

Come visit me. I’ll be there until May 30th, End of July to Mid August. Again in September. Most of the summer several artists will have solo exhibitions.

La Nouvelle Galerie Massillon

26 rue Massillon

83400 Hyères France

Tuesday – Thursday
2pm – 7pm, Friday 11- 7pm, Saturday 9:30- 12:30 2pm-7pm

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

“Nucléaire”: Manga Eyes

Polychrome manga eye sculpture by Angie Brooksby

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“Nucléaire”: gold leaf and automobile paint on resin 10 x 10 x 13cm (each)

These will be available at the Luxembourg Art Fair. With Range Of Arts gallery…

It’s been a hell of a year, 2016.

These eyes are the result of 18 months of planning, sketching, trying, failing, sculpting, and destroying . I wanted to break away from my painting. To make something completely new.

Finally I have something satisfactory. But best of all I know where I am going with the series.

The planet’s events in the past 18 months have struck me  emotionally. I was supposed to be at dinner over by the Bataclan on Nov 13th. Brexit was a big blow. Then, on July 14th, at the last minute, we decided to not go to the Nice fireworks. It was our first day of vacation. At the end of August I walked right next to the car bomb that did not explode or rue de Buci, close to Notre Dame. Then there was the US elections that traumatized and divided my homeland. These manga eye sculptures are my reaction.

A special thanks to my gallerist, Oscar Seran, for his support.

Finished Mannequins

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Painted mannequins in my atelier.

I had a ball painting these. But I’m happy they are finished are ready to decamp to the galleries.

These mannequins were commissioned by Carré d’artistes and will be available in their galleries starting in August. Several artists were selected. I’m curious to see how the other artists finished their ladies. Carré will show the mannequins in their French galleries, all 13 of them, and some of their other galleries wordwide. I do not yet know where mine will be but I’ll post when I do.

The mannequin with the key had to be edited. I like this first version. It was my favorite but when the agent asks for changes, changes must be made. Agents know their clients.

Mannequins are coated with an industrial strength paint that nothing sticks to. Before I could lay the paint or spray it I had to sand the pieces. Mannequins come in parts. They are easy to put together and take apart but sanding them and gluing them as I had to do was painful. I hurt my back to the point that I had to see a chiropracter. Before I could see the chiro, I spent ten days painting or lying down. I painted with coffee, first thing in the morning, and painted with a glass of rosé in the evenings.

Here is an instagram video of me and one of the girls riding the elevator.

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#mannequin Monster and me in the lift

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I sanded for two days straight on a city bench in front of my atelier. Parisians rarely address you, unless they need to tell you what you are doing wrong, so it was surprising that every person who walked by had a word for me. Seeing me with all those body parts on the bench in the sun brought them out of their sidewalk grimace. One man, a bit of a nutter, offered to model nude for me. After he left, a real nutter— more like raging insane entity— sauntered up. I knew he was beyond repair, not from the shine in his eyes but from the way he held his pants above his exposed butt cheeks. Luckily I’d finished sanding by then and decamped from the city bench.

After a short vacation I’ll be back in the atelier with a brand new and top secret project that I’ve been working on for a year. Here is an image of the silicon molds.

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Silicon molds for the secret project.

Under the silicon is the secret sculpture. There are four and they are pairs. They will be completely different from my contemporary realism paintings. I’m going political thanks to #Brexit.

 

 

 

Three Graces and the Canons of Beauty

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Painted and naked mannequins in my atelier

Three naked graces arrived yesterday. I’d awaited anxiously for their delivery.

 Before I can paint them, I have to sand down the surface because mannequins are coated with some industrial super-paint. Nothing sticks to it. This makes sense if you consider how abused they are during their lives. Shipped around, dressed, undressed, scratched and scraped. The super paint, whatever it is, makes them easy to clean, but a bitch to paint. Nothing sticks to it. Not even spray paint.

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Royal pain in the butt, sanding is.

I never realized how ugly mannequins are. This is what we women are supposed to look like. This is today’s canon of beauty. Mannequins. They have monstrously long legs, toddler-sized torsos, male adolescent shoulders, and feet fit for a fairytail princess. Not the feet in the photo, those are mine.

 

Canons of beauty change through the ages and contemporary beauty canons differ from place to place.

The first time I understood what beauty canon meant, I was in Piazza Signoria admiring Giambologna and Ammanannti’s fountain of Neptune.  Of course I’d never really looked at the nymphs. It was Neptune’s privates I admired. Those and his perfectly sculpted six pack abs. (I stole that line from a contemporary romance novel.)giambologna_e_ammannati_fontana_del_nettuno_dettaglio_03

My ex-husband, who stood next to me, said, “Guarda il collo di quello, è mostruoso.” Look at that one’s neck, it’s monstrous. He was looking at the nymphs. And probably watching me, while I stared at the rock hard privates.

We joked about the nymph coming to life. Rising from the marble basin and walking through the piazza. If she was human she would have been Frankenstein’s latest creation, the young Japanese tourists, who were photographing Neptune’s junk, would have run screaming, sure that Godzilla had returned.

Canons of beauty are not only monstrous mannequins. They touch everything and they evolve. What was beautiful yesterday is monstrous today.

The 137th Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show - 2013

Ever been to a dog show? Dogs have character. Man bred and selected them to work. Poodles were hunting dogs. They were shaved in certain places so they could move easily through the brush. Their coats were left long in specific places to keep them warm. In the advent of the dog show, dog breeds were selected for beauty and their looks were distorted.

Now I have some serious sanding to do so I can grace those three monsters.