Limited edition greeting cards from my originals are now available on my e-shop. They come with an envelope and are blank on the inside. More details on each item page. These are print-on-demand with a good company. The postage is calculated according to your location so they are not shipped from France, unless you live here too, LOL! They are available on my e-shop. Clic on the image or the button to purchase. I new window or tab will open where automated checkout is available.
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.
During my 14 year sojourn in Paris a few sights always caught my eye. The Eiffel tower and the cobblestones. During its construction the Eiffel tower was heavily criticized by artists and writers. They considered it to be a monstrous erection that violated the Parisian canon of beauty.
The skeleton is sort of out place amongst the Haussmannian architecture. Perhaps it was the beginning of the dystopian era. Where beauty and harmony are sacked for function and shock. It is a “sight” and climbing it is always an event. I took the photo for this painting on my way to meet girlfriends for dinner on rue de Monttessuey. The drizzly fog cast halos from the shop lights. My minds eye saw the painting while I stood in the middle of the friggin boulevard with cars racing around me.
The first time I went up the Eiffel Tower I was 9 months pregnant. Pregnant women didn’t wait in line, despite nasty protests from tired tourists. At the time the lines were awfully long. Now that’s changed. My idea was that my baby would be born on the top. Luckily that didn’t happen. I was more than ready to lay that egg.
The cobblestones in the Latin Quarter and the 6th arrondissements are the other thing that always mesmerize me. I had visually integrated cobblestones because I walked on them for years in Italy. Feet baking rocks they are. The could probably melt iron in Florence. The rocks on Nantucket Island that feign for cobblestones are insane. You need moon boots to navigate them. In Paris they are special because it rains often, like all the time. You can get away with stilettos unless the apéro dinatoire lasted until 1am. Then it’s a barefoot boogie.
These two sexy paintings are available for sale via Singulart. Clic on the images for the link.
Before I show you my new work, I decided to spill the beans about a secret that I’ve kept for over a year. In 2020 I began donating a percentage of my sales Saving Lives in Rishikesh and to the Shakti School of Arts for girls in Rishikesh.
Through a series of events and a common friend I was put in touch with Ram Das and Tarini Ma who take care of lots of people in Venezuela and in Rishikesh. It all started when I was cleaning out my closets and saw a post on Facebook from Ram Das saying that they needed clothes and if anyone could donate them. I’d been following them for a while. I never sent the clothes because the pandemic blocked all entry of used clothes. But now my art sales go to helping young girls learn art, girls who otherwise would have no education. Hopefully one day I’ll be able to go there and meet the wonderful Tarini Ma and Ram Das. And what a dream it would be to teach a few classes on painting and drawing.
And here are the three Parisian Waiters. They are each 120×40 cm, oil on canvas. I love these three magical Parisian Serveurs. They look so chic in this white kitchen with a marble wall. Red, black and white are the colours of Parisian bistrots. One of these guys worked at L’académie de la Biere on Boulevard de Port Royal before he moved on the Cafe Delmas in Place Contrescarpe. These three waiters were all working the terrasse of Cafe Delmas when I immortalised them. Ever since I saw the Flute Player by Manet, I wanted to paint a full body portrait on a simple collared ground. Le Fifre inspired me also for the colours. These make a great triptych and they are available here on Singulart. They are named Gars Dumas 1,3 & 4. Number 2 sold. There were four of them.