When I happened upon some Modiglianis in the L’Orangerie in Paris, I too, fell in love. I cannot tell you how long I stood before Paul Guillaume, Novo Pilota, 1915. I studied and smiled and wanted to know more about[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
When I get inspired by something… I fall into this wonderful place where I must know more… I must surround myself with whatever it is… I suppose obsession is the right word. I think it is safe to say many[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
It would appear that Ryan doesn’t like sardines. Modigliani is a most interesting character in art history. He was not Parisian. He was an emigre from Italy, but loved the freer art communities of Monmartre and Montparnasse. He was a[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I am most alive when I am in my bliss… when I lose track of time… when I fall into my work… Three days go by and you wonder if Randie has eaten anything? … slept a wink?
