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.
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.
These postcards are like a journal entry of my life in Paris. They are one of a kind, mixed media on Bristol paper, or archival watercolor paper.
All are dated and noted: Where I sketched it, which café or arrondissiment, which metro line.
I’ll send them anywhere in the world with the message of your choice. An envelope and standard postal shipping is included in the price.
All are 25 Euro. Payment by papal
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