|25x25 oil on linen|
Recently Suzanne came to a party and said, "that is the Paris of my memories."
Urban life was less colourful. Neon signage wasn't in your face and we didn't have cell phones. Quel horreur. No internet. Sacré Bleue. Things were dusty, or perhaps it's my memory.
So I've had BDs in mind. If you're French you know what a BD is. It is a bande dessiné, a graphic novel. The French are master illustrators. Here is a great website BDNET.COM to find the latest tendences and those all time classics. I love XIII.
Eat your heart out.