French la Vie

 

 

 

Painting Paris. Painting France. The vivid colors of day to day life mixed in with the fantasy and history. The stuff of dreams: Golden baguette, blue shutter, red-checked cloth, a dab of red wine, a splash of the Mediterranean and a swirl of Versailles.

 

 

 

Where does your paintbrush take you? Where does the color blend in, fade way, add texture, give highlight, blur the lines…

Does the line between dream and daily life giveaway? Or does it bring contrast?

Is life pale blue or hints of green sprouts or a moody grey?

 

 

 

What would you add to your canvas?

 

 

 

Different scenes,

Old facade,

Open door,

New path,

Romance at twilight,

Soft shades of mystery?

 

 

 

 

 

What kind of artist are you? Do you sketch details out in your mind first? Or do you get in and get your hands dirty?

I tend to stare at the paper for a long time blank space allows pregnant thoughts to emerge, or if truth be told: Last minute is my best friend for motivation. Last minute is a nice word for Lazy Procrastinator who hopes all will work out in the last minute. Yann would say, "Lucky is my middle name and Crazy my first name." 

 

 

 

 

 

I find it funny how something can brew within without knowing, without direction, or plan. How the unconscious mingles with reality, sparks dreams, tugs at one's desire then seemingly effortless, as a whim, it appears and the scene is made whole.

 

 

 

Colorful life nourishment for the soul.

 

 

 

I wonder if ideas, thoughts, and even friend's and warrior's messages stack up in the back of the closet like clothes we hope to wear one day. I wonder what color they would create if I didn't clean them out from time to time.

 

 

 

Every moment creates a scene even if brief, a dab of color is a dab of color, each stroke lends to another. Such as a rainbow after a storm.

 

 

 

 

 

Contemplating the next move. As the river runs by, and a bridge offers passage.

 

 

 

 

Wine, the back side of a canvas and two boys in long aprons talk about the meaning of life and what person they want to ask out.

 

 

 

 

A dab of

red

blue

and

two empty glasses.

 

Memories, moments, blending into the day that is how it is, isn't it?

 

 

Waiting for someone to come, sit down, make the scene complete.

 

 

The Master Painter and the canvas.