1021 La Porte Rouge : an illustration a day from Paris, France

A watercolor of a Parisian door
A watercolor of a Parisian door
1021 la porte rouge 10×15 cm, ink and watercolor on archival paper

The doors in the 17th arrondissement are haughty.

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921 Chez Martine : an illustration a day from Paris, France

an ink and watercolour illustration of a Parisian balcony
an ink and watercolour illustration of a Parisian balcony
921 Chez Martine : 10×15 : ink and watercolour on archival paper

Martine is into her flowers. A rabbit hides on the balcony.

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821 Coin de Rue Monge : an illustration a day from Paris, France

821 Coin de Rue Monge : 10 x 15 cm, ink and watercolour on archival paper

Look at that funky roof. Every writer’s dream a Parisian garret.

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721 Light Violet balcony in Paris : an illustration a day from Paris, France

721 Light Violet Balcony in Paris: 15x10cm: ink and watercolour on archival paper

These purple flowers look like wisteria. Everyone says I bring the Tuscan light into my Parisian paintings. This one shows it.

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621 Le balcony au coin : an illustration a day from Paris, France

621 Le balcon au coin: 10x15cm: ink and watercolour on archival paper

I love these flowered balconies and the slanted, slated rooftops. I never noticed the flowers in Paris for the first year I lived here. It was cold and grey and I could never understand what direction I was walking because of the white sky.

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521 Les Deux Magots: an illustration a day from Paris, France

a pen and ink illustration of cafe Les Deux Magots in Paris
a pen and ink illustration of cafe Les Deux Magots in Paris
521 Les Deux Magots: 15x10cm: ink and watercolour on archival paper

Les Deux Magots is a classic literary cafe in Paris. It’s in a chic part of town, Saint Germain des Près. If you want to see who’s who, it’s one of the places to go. Right now it’s closed because of the way the government has decided to deal with the big viral problem and the curfew. Normally the tables are outside, packed with every nationality. Whoever thought that cafe’s in Paris would be extinct. Even temporarily.

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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 facial🤣 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 😉. 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.

2 paintings for Beruit

It’s a great pleasure to tell you that two of my paintings were selected to be in the Carré d’Artistes gallery in Beruit, Lebanon.

My paintings have gone many places, including Japan and Taiwan but never to a gallery in Lebanon.

More exciting news coming soon.