Corona virus was my companion for 8 weeks. He taught many great lessons. Mostly how to be still. Joining an intensive online Zheng Qi Gong class was surely the best non-move I made in my life. This is what I painted.
Today is the equinox. Summer is officially over. In Paris today the wind is strong and feels like ocean air. It’s a clearing wind that brings a feeling of change.
And talk about change. In July I left for vacation after preparing many oils for the Carred’artists gallery in Amsterdam. I’d sent off my last shipment and went to the beach for the first time in 2 years.
If you are looking for these Amsterdam paintings do not go to the Amsterdam Gallery to find my them. Contact Carré d’artistes directly here. (opens in new window)
Here are a few:
I enjoyed painting Amsterdam and they sold quite well.
But now I’m painting large formats of Paris. Here are a few that are available right now in the Saint Germain Gallery in Paris:
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’s time for cars. Dream cars, race cars, steel cars. Stick shifts and double shifts. Those cars we drove before seat belts. The classics.
My favorite cars are those where I can relax in the passenger seat with my feet on the dash.
These cars will be at the Paratissima art fair in Turin, Italy from 1 to 5th November. Look for Carré d’artistes stand and find the your dream car.
All paintings are oil on canvas.
I’ve already blogged about my positive experiences with Carré d’artistes fine art galleries. Here is another reason why I like to work with them. After returning home from Sedona this came in the mail.
Painting isn’t an effort, it is a pleasure and I am lucky to call myself a professional painter. Lucky also to work with Carré d’artistes. They know how to make their artists feel desirable.
I managed to take in the sights and photograph the Bell Rock vortex. Hiking wasn’t on my agenda. But I did meditate and saw the magic. There are lots of faces on that rock.
The show had a good turnout despite the outrageous heat. It was 49 degrees in Phoenix, and 37 in Sedona.
I made the trip to Flagstaff and found my father’s tomb. Afternoon wandering around the cemetery for over an hour and being dive bombed by crows I asked for a sign. This was the sign. It was on top of the tomb. No idea who put it there.