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| Cafe near the Notre Dame |
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BOULEVARD DE STRASBOURG, PARIS, EARLY APRIL 2014 |
We have a few fleeting days on this earth. In the scheme of things, dinosaur-wise, our days are really a passing glance, a short crevice, a tiny crenellation peek at the enormity of change. We see a tiny change in fashions. I mean, I myself was lucky enough to see hippy mini-skirts, punk and grunge, and living in Paris today, I am surrounded by a fascinating living population.
Painting is just one way of recording existence and what is good about painting is that you can delight in looking around at life, while show a little what it feels like to live. It feels as if one is part of a buzzing whole of energy and all that is going on around one is part of the noise, smell, sight and sound that can't be escaped by the senses.
Only painting can express this whole connectedness to the city in which we live. Painting can show the multi dimensions and multi perspectives and multitude of delights, all in one frame. Cameras are split second shots of one view and one moment. But a painting can be an orchestration of lots of shots, a representation of what it's like to think, see, have memory and turn the head during a short time in one place.
And what a place: Paris. Here are are some scenes in Paris. The Trocadero, the Place St Madeleine and a nude man in an atelier in Montparnasse.
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