While lived in Paris for a few months after completing my Master of Fine Art, I often sat on the cobble stones of Paris, making watercolor and gouache paintings as the residents of Paris walked around her. It struck me as one of the most tender aspects of the city - that its residents never appeared inconvenienced by having to walk around an artist at work in the street or on the sidewalk. I sat down straight ahead of the towering Notre Dame de Paris and created this work on paper with my little bowl of water and paints by my side. (I eventually bought a small pillow for my aching knees.)
While lived in Paris for a few months after completing my Master of Fine Art, I often sat on the cobble stones of Paris, making watercolor and gouache paintings as the residents of Paris walked around her. It struck me as one of the most tender aspects of the city - that its residents never appeared inconvenienced by having to walk around an artist at work in the street or on the sidewalk. I sat down straight ahead of the towering Notre Dame de Paris and created this work on paper with my little bowl of water and paints by my side. (I eventually bought a small pillow for my aching knees.)
