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.
The last few months in my atelier were dedicated to painting the Parisian Cafe. All of the cafes and restaurants in all of France were closed for months. No one was sitting at a cafe. It was surreal. These paintings celebrate. The iconic Parisian cafe life. To purchase > go to my Singulart page.
Today in my studio awaits this classic car commissioned by Bruno D. He wanted a classical background. I chose piazza Santissima Annunziata in my home town Florence, Italy.
Thank you Bruno for ordering this. I am grateful because in 34 years of painting, the oil paint on my palette has never dried up.
The last 12 months were thin and ego crushing, my palette was not my friend. The gobs of paint on my palette weeped and shriveled up but held a core of balmy pigment inside. Waiting for my palette knife to crack them open and unveil their mystery.
I’ve come to love those ego crushing moments because the freedom they bring is like water from a mountain spring.
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.
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These are both underpaintings that I was never going to finish. But with extreme joy I sewed them into this little clutch. This WILL make a cute Christmas present. Especially if you have a Testarossa. But if you don’t you can wake up and dream on when you apply the lipgloss you pull out of this gorgeous one of a kind, future vintage Brooksby Clutch.
And you could win the auction for ninety-nine cents.
As far as the blue nude goes. I don’t have time to tell you about it now. But it was going to be more than a painting.
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)
He loves to land on my paintbrushes when I’m painting. Then he likes to drop onto my palette where all the oil paints are mixed. It’s more like dive bombing.
One day he swiped his tail in cadmium orange. I had to catch him, no easy feat. And clean him with marseilles soap. I was worried he’d die of cadmium poisoning because a large gob was on his tongue from trying to clean his tail. Luckily he didn’t seemed bothered. He is a pest. But so much fun.
Want to see these paintings in person? They are coming soon Carré d’Artistes® gallery in Amsterdam.
Soon my paintings will be at the Carré d’Artistes® gallery in Amsterdam. These are a sneak peek of the first forty.
It’s a fun challenge to paint a new subject, a new city.
City reflections were my inspiration when I painted the Arno river many years ago, that seems like a different life, when I lived in Florence. Cats have nine lives, I wonder how many lives artists have. Every new subject feels like a new chapter.
I never imagined that I might paint Amsterdam, or exhibit there. It’s a blessing to work with such great people who believe in me and showcase my work in their galleries.
How do you get to show in all theses places? Paint, paint, paint. Be jealous of your time and creative space. Carve your own path through life.