Paris street
While living in Paris with my Uncle after graduate school, I made as many works on paper as possible. I walked around all day and the lovely Parisians graciously walked around me as I sat on a pillow to soften the feel of the cold hard cobblestones of many of the streets. Paris Street is based on one of the many photographs that I took during that long stay and this is one of the versions I have created. This is the largest of them all, thus far. I never tire of painting that marvelous city in which all pressure and ambition ceased for me. I was able to be, to look and to enjoy the reflection of light off the white buildings.
Oil on canvas, 54x42”
While living in Paris with my Uncle after graduate school, I made as many works on paper as possible. I walked around all day and the lovely Parisians graciously walked around me as I sat on a pillow to soften the feel of the cold hard cobblestones of many of the streets. Paris Street is based on one of the many photographs that I took during that long stay and this is one of the versions I have created. This is the largest of them all, thus far. I never tire of painting that marvelous city in which all pressure and ambition ceased for me. I was able to be, to look and to enjoy the reflection of light off the white buildings.
Oil on canvas, 54x42”
While living in Paris with my Uncle after graduate school, I made as many works on paper as possible. I walked around all day and the lovely Parisians graciously walked around me as I sat on a pillow to soften the feel of the cold hard cobblestones of many of the streets. Paris Street is based on one of the many photographs that I took during that long stay and this is one of the versions I have created. This is the largest of them all, thus far. I never tire of painting that marvelous city in which all pressure and ambition ceased for me. I was able to be, to look and to enjoy the reflection of light off the white buildings.
Oil on canvas, 54x42”
