Friday, 31 July 2015

Amy - a contemporary Realism painting of Paris -

80x101 cm-
Oil on linen

This is a street corner in the 8th arrondissement of Paris.  Much of the painting was done with a palette knife but the dress of the Indian woman is all veils.

Amy is one of my all time favorite paintings.  It sort of painted itself.  When I look at it I think of the book The Girl on The Train by Paula Hawkins because that's what I listened to while working on it

Friday, 24 July 2015

Le Select, a Contemporary Realsim oil painting of Paris -

Le Select -
80x80 cm -
oil on canvas

Le Select is one of the historical literary cafés in Paris. It haunts my paintings.  I've painted the elaborate neon sign, those lovely neons which are quickly disappearing. I've painted the terrasse, the garçons during the day, the interior, a wide nightscene of boulevard Montparnasse where Le Select is on one corner. This view reflects another Parisian cafe scene I did while living in New York five years ago. The Cafe Flore.

Tuesday, 21 July 2015

A New Gallery

It's always great to share good news.  My friends tell me I'm a lucky artist and I believe them. 

In June I began working with  Paris Art Web gallery currently in Honfleur.  Here is the link.

Paris Art Web

Tuesday, 14 July 2015

Painting in Progress - Amy -

-The rough for Amy. -

Why Amy?  See the affiche above the man in blue?  That's the poster for the movie about Amy Winehouse.  I can't wait to see it.  

I love my paintings at this stage.  Most everyone who sees them live when they are merely blocked in like this, yells at me to stop painting right now.  But I have a compulsion to lick the very edges of my canvases.  I've gotten better, trying to break my style.  Amy is nearly done and it differs little from what's here.  Lick lick.

- Amy is an F40 size linen canvas.   

The French have the weirdest canvas sizes.  P is for portrait, F for figure and M for marine.  Then there are the squares.  While the square sizes increase in increments of 10 centimeters, the weird sizes follow no contemporary rules.  An F40 is 80 x 101cm, a nightmare for framers outside France. These classic French sizes must be some residue of life before the metric system, the euro, the internet.  I've searched for the reason and found it's based on aesthetique harmony.  Yeah, gotcha. 

Time to update.  Even the Italians have adopted the metric system

Tuesday, 23 June 2015

Rue Dauphine - Parisian night scene -

Rue Dauphine-
corner of Cafe Conti-
80x80cm oil on canvas -

I've been too busy to blog.  Painting 80 small works and 15 large to medium size paintings for  upcoming dedicace 3 October in Lille at Carre d'artistes.

Saturday, 6 June 2015

Tiger scupltures on Auction

Yesterday the ten tigers went up for auction. 
In this article they chatted up yours truely along with Ara Starck, daughter of Philip Starck. My head is exploding.

No doubts on gender.

Friday, 22 May 2015

New work in Progress

I've been so busy with new work and writing.  Blogging was on the back burner.
Also I'm plannning a new website where my writing blog and painting blog can be incorporated.  It's time for a change.  Writing is overtaking my passion for painting.

Thanks to the gallery Carré d'artistes I am developing a new series.  Children.  This painting is 80x80 cm and will be in the October show in Lille.  Time to bust my butt.  I need 80 small works and 15 larger.

Saturday, 4 April 2015

Another Parisian night scene

 -UGC Mabillon-
 oil on canvas

These classy neon signs in Paris are disappearing.  One cinema I painted a few years ago was La Bretagne.  Its ornate neon is now a giant white sign with boring red letters.  It's a Gaumont now.
Contemporary realism, urban changlings.

Monday, 30 March 2015

The story of the Tigre l'Heure Bleue

It took me 36 hours to paint this 3 meter long resin sculpture.  I travelled to Metz two different weekends, painted from 10am to midnight Saturday, all day Sunday and Monday morning. A ginormous suitcase filled with cans of acrylic paint accompanied me and lost a wheel.  Losing the wheel was a drag.

This is a boring video in real time.  Know what it's like to sit and paint for hours.

See the bus on the left.  The background noise was a fan. You can see the tiger is male.

When Sarah Hasch, director of the gallery  In3Arts and owner of Sarah Hasch Fine Art, phoned me to ask if I would consider painting one of the 10 sculptures for the Exhibition I didn't hesitate one second.  I've always wanted to paint one of those cows.  But a tiger? Forget the cow.

The directors of TCRM-Blida offered ma a space.  I worked next artist Sarah Tuelet.  Here is an article in Le Républican Lorraine with a photo with Sarah Hasch and she.  The TCRM-Bilda was Metz's city bus depot, now a collective atelier for selected creators.  Artists are alloted spaces free of charge. One Saturday I listened to a rock band practising for what sounded like a performance.  Lots of cute guys walked by.  The Blida is dusty because two carpenters create all kinds of things including that chair which gave me splinters . The carpenters circular saws scream and belch out sawdust.  Dust is abrasive.

Metz is a beautiful town that takes care of its artists.  It is the center of the second Pompidou center.  Metz hosts the magnificent Saint Stephen a cathedral whose nave is one of the tallest in the world.  Chagall's stained glass windows beautify a chapel close to the northern transept.
The ten tigres will be exhibited in the place de la gare of Metz 8-12 April then sold on auction June 5th, 2015 at the Zoo d'Amneville.  Proceeds from the sale of the painted sculptures will go to saving tigres in the wild.

I had a vague idea of what I was gonig to paint.  The Blue Hour, but which images.  The two sides of the tiger are different images of boulevard de Montparnasse in Paris.  I hated the painting for the first two days then stepped back to observe it and thought, "Children will love this."  Before this clue moment I was ready bag it and go home.

The painting developed into the idea that the tiger is a silver animal stealing through the streets at night. (The feet and legs and uderside are silver.)   He throws on his cloak to disguise himself, blend in and hunt his night prey.  The French saying "l'heure bleue entre chien et loup" brings sense to my idea.  The blue hour: when dogs retire and wolves come out. Sarah Hasch and I decided on the title l'Heure Bleue because it fits with my series the Parisian Blue Hour.