I’ve been away from my blog for far too long – there is a pile up of new work that sits ready to be photographed and shared. Sometimes I get on a roll with projects and plans and things get neglected. I keep vowing to make time to write about what is happening in and out of the studio…and there is a lot to share for sure. I will start here, with a somewhat recent piece called “Home Sweet Home”. It is a mixed media piece on canvas that I created after our trip to Paris in November. I had just returned home shaken from our visit and reeling from the aftermath of the attack on Paris while we were there. I went into my studio to paint and think and came up with these 3 little flowers safely planted in their pot and I called it Home Sweet Home. I was grateful to be home with my family, safe in our little world, and grateful to the wonderful people in Paris for their incredible strength and kindness while we were there. This is a personal piece and maybe the reason why it has taken me so long to share it.
I would love to also share a couple of lovely memories of our trip – here I sit on the day of our arrival drinking coffee and looking up to the Paris sky through the glass ceiling of our favorite hotel the Marriott Champs-Elysées. What a gorgeous way to start the day in Paris.
When I look back on this picture, I can only imagine what he is thinking … but at that moment all was right in the world. The Rodin Museum had just opened after being closed for quite some time for extensive renovations. We had tickets to the opening week and it was so magical and worth a proper visit. We spent the entire day walking through the gardens (where we came across The Thinker) and through the beautifully restored museum/home of Rodin. It was inspiring and breathtaking.
The next few days were a blur and we just walked around the city with all the other people, each and everyone of us, trying to make sense of it all and trying to meet each others eyes and acknowledging one another with a sad smile. About a month ago a lovely person that we met in Paris on that Friday November 13th reached out to us via email to say hello and check in. His name was Rafael (like the angel above protecting The Seine) and he drove us through the streets of Paris late into the night to make sure that we were safe in our hotel – we hugged on the street and became fast friends. That night we were all in it together and as I think of it now – we are ALWAYS all in it together – no matter who we are or where we live. Kind of like my flower pot with the flowers planted safely inside.
more to come – I promise,