Thursday, August 25, 2016

"ALL THAT JAZZ" a water color

"all that jazz" water color 2013

Saturday, August 20, 2016


"Ille de la Cité" 2012-2016

Wednesday, August 17, 2016


"Bateau Lavoir Late Fall"  2010

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Monday, August 15, 2016


"hillside Vermont"  gouach on Arche paper 2015

Friday, August 12, 2016


"Le Zebree acrylic on canvas 1995

AJENTA memories of the cave paintings

"Ajenta" water color 2014
memories of the cave paintings  in India 

Monday, August 8, 2016


Notre Dame de Paris acrylic on canvas 2009-2016

FISHETTES Ipad drawing

"fishettes" Ipad drawing 2016

Sunday, August 7, 2016


"L'Opera de Paris' 1997

Saturday, August 6, 2016

BELLE DE JOUR rue Tardieu Paris

"Belle de Jour" acrylic on canvas1997
My very wonderful next-door-neighbor. 
I am always in awe of their windows and the art of perfume.

Friday, August 5, 2016


"Chateau Laroze" water color 1992

I spent two months in the Bordeaux wine region in 1992.  The Bordeaulais are very proud of their  wine formost in the world. I didn't feel they felt the joy from drinking their product and all that goes with that. Wine is to taste  déguster  very pretty and hilly." and judge. The weather was to worry about.
Chateaux Laroze is in Saint Emillion. Very hilly and pretty.

Wednesday, August 3, 2016


"Cafe les Deux Magots" 1996
I painted this café on Boulevard Saint Germain des Pres twenty years ago. Here is the story
 of how it happened and what happened after.

Eastern Wisdom with a Japanese Slant

One summer evening , I ran into Issam Kahn while walking Ruby on the rue des Abbesses. Painter, poet, occasional actor, Issam  is tall thin, talented and stunningly handsome with dark skin and flowing white hair. His guru look, straight from India overwhelms many and probably helps him sell paintings. He invited me for a glass of wine and I gladly accepted. 
            I showed him photos of my recent work;  many from our Abbesses rue Lepic  neighborhood. He asked me if I had ever painted the Café Les Deux Magots. I told him that I preferred quaint  street corners. The Saint Germain crowd was too blazé for me. Issam in his twilight wisdom said,  “If you’re ever really desperate for money…” his dark eyes glaring,” paint les Due Maggot. It so famous you’re sure to sell it.” I didn’t respond.
The following morning I got my gear together and took the 67 bus down to Boulevard Saint German.  I set up my easel next to the traffic light on the concrete center island in front of the famous café, and began painting. Les Due Magots and  its neighbor Café de Flore  are historic sights. Picasso was a regular at both as were Fitzgerald and Hemmingway. I found both of them over priced and  touristy.
After three hours, I had a good start, but was vexed by the continuing question, “Doesn’t the traffic bother you?”. I was so concentrated I had been ignoring the  cars and buses zooming by on both sides.
Then, I felt someone close behind me, not speaking, just standing there. I finally tuned around. An elderly  Japanese man, elegantly dressed,  smiled and bowed 30 degrees . I smiled and did the same and went back to my painting musing that if he had been wearing a camera I would not have been so gentile. Tourist love taking photos of me while I’m at work. If I catch them before they click, I tell them “NO.”
The next afternoon, back on location a young Japanese man approached me. I saw him coming; walking briskly on the crosswalk looking straight at me with a a smile that almost laughed.
He began straight off. The president of the Café de Flore in Kyoto saw me painting the day before and would like to commission me to paint the Café de Flores here for his café over there.  I told him I had already painted Café de Flores and pulled out my little book of photographs.
Mr. Tada, as he introduced himself assured me the president of the café de Flore in Kyoto  would buy it.
No , he couldn’t come to my studio in Montmartre, he was too busy leaving for Japan the following evening. We made a rendez-vous at 3 o’clock the following day. I would bring the painting.
The next day at two minutes after three on the boulevard Saint Germain, at the intersection of rue de Rennes, I had my first encounter with Japanese business procedure.
Mr. Tada and the president of The Café de Flores in Kyoto, ( no name) arrived. Small bow from them.  Small bow from me I pulled out the painting of the Café de Flore from a Fran Prix shopping bag. The president of The Café de Flore in Kyoto muttered something in Japanese.
Mr. Tada looked at me. “Trop petit.”
The president of the café de Flore in Kyoto examined the canvas I had started of Les Deux Magots, and spoke in his tongue.  Mr.Tada translated. I responded.  Yes. I could make one as big. Yes, bigger.  Yes much bigger. How much? I don’t discuss business in the street. I was biding my time to get advice. He preferred a different perspective than the one I had made.
I offered to make some sketches from different angles. I was to meet with Mr Tda the following week. Sur place. Café de Flore. The deal worked. It led to a bigger deal that Mr Tada brokered also. Three of my café images were used as a promotion for a big café chain in Japon. 1 00,000 agenda covers!
Issam Kahn moved away from Montmartre before I was able to thank him for the good fortune, I had from his simple suggestion. Maybe he did have a special visionary sense. I miss him.

Monday, August 1, 2016


Market Day on Place des Abbesses 2007

Tourism has declined greatly in Paris. All the commerçants are weeping. Years ago the streets in Montmartre were flooded with tourists.


Ruby chez la princess from