How I found freedom from my dream

This past year has been a time for reflection and it’s brought big changes in my work. Looking back I see that I realized the dream of my youth.

What was that dream ?

Move to Paris and be an artist. Dreams are attainable. In 1988 I left the US with 400$ in my pocket and a one way ticket to Italy. During the 21 years I lived there I carved a niche in space and built a career.

Then one day I woke up and saw that wasn’t the life I wanted. I sold everything and moved to Paris. People said I was stupid to give away all that I had built and move for the unknown. I had everything in the material world that would make 90% of the people happy. Including a house on the Etruscan coast. Every summer I spent 3 months at the sea…

But Paris was the destination. And it’s been good to me.

Then last year the persona Angie the Artist seemed to vanish. Nothing worked, nothing sold. I was in the red and digging. I had to get a job. I was terrified. I had to get a facialūü§£ and I sobbed for an entire day. Starbucks refused me. Amorino didn’t even respond. My ego was a doormat.

Thank God I was practicing Hatha and Nada Yoga everyday. The vritti were calm.

I wanted a job where I didn’t have to think. I cleaned a house and the lady never paid me. I didn’t want to teach English though I had a good CV and I’d been smart enough to get a teaching certificate. Just before the massive strikes last December I interviewed with Cap English.

Then the strikes hit.

They offered me classes the next day because many of their teachers couldn’t get to work. I walked 3 hours in the rain to teach for 3 hours then another 3 hour walk to get home…

I subbed in different schools until in one school the teachers begged me to take over because the former teacher left.

I never knew how much I would like teaching. I even forget I exist when I’m writing on the blackboard. I was liberated from the persona Angie the Artist because I was enjoying myself, thought I did have to think ūüėČ. No time wasted declaring taxes, doing marketing. No pressure.

One day during the lunch pause I looked at a tree and thought how the tree was content. It didn’t need to be anyone. It didn’t have to pretend

I was liberated from a 30+ year ego trip.

And now I am free to paint, scuplt, and play music.

n 201937 Eau de Paris

These gorgeous Liberty style water fountains are hidden in plain sight. They don’t flash at you. Tell me where you’ve seen one of these.

201937 Eau de Paris – original postcard sized illustration on archival paper

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Postcard from Paris n52

Petit Dej- une illustration original de Brooksby

N52 Petit Dej -10x15cm ink, watercolor on Arches paper

More butter-liscious croissants on the comptoir at Cafe Lea . Those little dots are Chicken’s footprints. Chicken is my budgie assistant.

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There were so many people at the comptoir I had to take a table:

New Parisian Paintings and some numbers

This has been a good year. Here are some numbers.

  • From January to July I painted 168 paintings and sold 153.
  • I painted 4 mannequins. One sold.
  • Since August 15th I’ve painted another 102 small paintings. In November I’ll know how many of those have sold.

In August I began painting for Carr√© d’artistes Sedona gallery. At first I wasn’t sure if I wanted to paint desert landscapes. It didn’t seem to fit with the last nine years of urban landscapes. But painting the South West has been liberating, I am thrilled.

My technique has changed. Producing a massive amount of work, painting new scenes and the two months that I did not paint (from June to August when I painted the mannequins) are what boosted my technique.

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Paris Art Web – Honfleur

Rosé
Rosé РBrooksby © 2014

Last weekend I was in Honfleur, close to where the Seine exits into the Atlantic. Honfleur’s¬†sister city, in the United States, is Burlington, Vermont.

¬†There are numerous art galleries,¬†including¬†Paris Art Web ¬†gallery, which represents my work. I’m honored to be repped by Oscar, he’s fantastic.

Ros√©, the above painting, was on my living room wall. But now it is in Honfleur. It’s a scene from a caf√© in place Saint Medard, in Paris.

I’ve had mixed reactions to this painting. One client loved it except for the mobile phones. That’s the best part. It’s¬†contemporary Paris. I also love the transparency of the wine bottle.

Two of the people in the painting are my friends. Beav, I’m looking at you!