Here's my stand, less is more.
Number 102 on the Bastille end just off the parvis along Avenue de Bourdon.
I've invited about thirty gallerists to come. One, I know, has looked into my stuff.
The theme is diners and comptoirs. I like the comparaison between the contemporary American diner and the contemporary Parisian comptoir. The American diner has been around for quite a while and really not much has changed in the decor, kind of like the Parisian comptoir. In both the waiters and waitresses wear uniforms.
This is the first series I've ever done of interiors.
Merde you must tell me, don't wish me luck, I'll despise you. Tell me merde for French or merda if you want to speak Italian. Both work if your Anglo.
So happy I am that I quit painting cars and scenes of New York, its saturated.
My stand is right in front of the metro tracks, trains come and go all the time.
Here is everyone setting up yesterday.
And like wow, I am way down there on the left. Look at that white sky!
Merde merda merde!
