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November 29, 2011

I wander the Paris streets on my own. The city of light lives up to its name. I give an explaination for leaving the others at the museum for wanting to find the “art de le rue.” Une flânerie in a radiating spiral. Letting my eyes work like magpies and wander towards the shiny and…
November 29, 2011

The Eiffel Tower seen from Centre Pompidou.
November 29, 2011

Me (as a painted Tintin figurine) regarding Otto Dix and Christian Schad. Centre Pompidou. The next floor we went to was much more my style and interest. As we had aldready spent a lot of our time on the first floor I tried my best to quickly make it though this floor but was constantly…
November 29, 2011

Centre Pompidou. I like Olympia in Black Face. (1970) Larry Rivers. The first floor we were allowed to explore by means of our wily talking skills was filled with oeuvres of movements from the 1960s. Lots of art pieces that existed more so as “ideas than art pieces” as put by Fulya. It was pretty dense to…
November 29, 2011

The three other study abroad students in my painting class and me went to Paris via a free bus ride with a collection of the other fine art students from our university. Are names were on a roll call but not on the list for when we were to get a tour of Pompidou, so…
November 29, 2011

Thanksgiving in Rennes under a dense fog.
November 29, 2011

I took my bike for a ride and instead if turning to go back to my apartment I decided to ride straight ahead and explore. The countryside and the city have a thin line of distinction between the two in Rennes. Which bordering that line, or perhaps being that line, is this old abandoned farm…
November 19, 2011

Sautéd tomatoes, mushrooms, shallots, and garlic. Served with bread from the market. Something too tasty to finish as dinner, but to instead save some for breakfast tomorrow morning. Some avocado should be the sole ingredient to change this from a dinner snack to breakfast snack. Green oil lamp light. And the first doctor confusedly muttering…
November 19, 2011

Saturday morning on Rue Saint Michel.

The sun shines down upon the cold street to give halos of white light to everyone sitting at the outside tables of the taverns eating the food just bought from the market as the organ grinder grinds in the middle of the small cobbled street initiating a chorus with the tavern patrons who release plumes of…
November 12, 2011

I finished the painting of the girl and her accordion enough to take it in for the critique in painting class. I still kind of want to darken the background a bit more to make her stand out more as well as add detail to the ‘speaker’ on the accordion, but perhaps I also just…

Saturday morning on Rue Saint Michel.