Since ever I do work on portrait of people close to me: mostly family and friends. This occasional distraction within my own “program-work” becomes more and more regular now. Therefore I paint those I love, admire and feel related to or those I miss, like my grandparents who recently passed away. Self portraits are being part of this as well.
I’ve came to a decision of painting the intimate garden spaces. The moste intimate ones are flower-pots and vases – isn’t it? Therefore I paint those I possess. The first attempt dates back to 2010 when I painted a big canvas which as for object plants growing in the bathroom of my Parisian apartment.
Paris -here it is! The Light city is beeing my home since 4 years already and I still remember the day of 13th March 2009 when once descended of the coach arriving from Brussels to settle down in Paris I got ready to survive within this man-eater-like city rather than conquer it.
I hated Paris the first time I discovered it in autumn of the 2008 and not even six months later here I was, another of her numerous pretenders – and it has not taken look her to get me completely.
Josephine Baker sang of ‘two loves she has’ – one for the home savanna ( hehe) and the second one for Paris – I must do say I could only be able to say that there is and never could be any competition between the place I was born to and Paris with her lights when night falls on tin roofs.
The painting here was made to show ( in whatever kind of manner you would call it impressionist or not) the moment in which evening blue hour turns into twilight and lights go on more vividly on Rue Tronchet and Madeleine, Les Invalides, and Tour Eiffel enlight in their very spectacular way. The first picture represents the paining when light is diffused by paint ( blue and brown pigments in white oil paint basis) the second one when light falls on golden parts and is being reflected ( golden pigments).