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I Am Too Old For This Shit


I’m even more old for this shit…:)

Van Gogh and I

La Bohème, la vie d’artiste, for the moment I will set that aside. As you can read in my title, I really am too old for this shit… 20 years older than Vincent at the moment of his death. I’ve tried and will still try to go on and finish what I can, I know this is just a phase and maybe, one day, if I’ll live, the nostalgia of an artist life, the urge to draw and to paint could come back with a vengeance. But for now, I will just stay (literally) on my arse 8 h per day, helping clients of Chatr to Talk Happy… It will pay the bills…

What can I do? No Mecena offered to do for me what Theo did for Vincent or Ambroise Vollard for Gauguin…

Painting, art, literature, will still be with me and I’ll even try to write a blog…

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Happiness is an artist sketch…


In French sounded better – “Si le bonheur existe, c’est une epreuve d”artiste”…
And, ok, I took the phrase from a song (France Gall singing “Cezanne”). No law against it. If you hear the truth, what appears to you as the truth, well… you accept it, no matter the source. I am not a snob (hope so!) and it doesn’t have to be  Nietzsche or Kant the source of a profound truth…
I do believe that, for me, at least, happiness lay in a sketch, in a quick portrait and so on. I was no doubt happy yesterday, on a superb May morning, painting in watercolor on the ” promenade des Lac des Nations”. I was “fishing” for a portrait client, hopping to earn a buck (but no strong expectancies, given the hour and the density of the population…) painting what I had before me in the meantime… Here it is:

Mont Bellevue

Just a little sketch (some Cezanne in it, maybe) but, oh, boy! wasn’t”t I happy! The sun was bright but moderately hot, the brize was envigorating and sweet with all kind of fragrances and it was quiet… What can a man ask for more?

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