Lost in Spaces

For over a year I have been reliving my travels, wishing I could be there, knowing I cannot be there, painting myself into the memories of daily French street life, market and cafe routines.

Having the good fortune to live in the little hotel, around the corner from the flower shop, for three weeks, in the little "ville" of Bois-Colombes.  These paintings bring back the memories.  Watching the baguettes strapped to the back of scooters each morning, racing home for breakfast.  Visiting with the local artists, friendships and connections - - - Maybe in the future I could return to show my work again.  It was a privilege to be a part of their art community for that time.