Vagabond Artist

When I was building the plastic room in my atelier I hammered my thumb. I saw stars but only after a few minutes because back in January when I was on the ladder attaching the plastic to the wooden rafters it was about 2 degrees celcius. The same day I cut my hand too. It was brutal, I was all by myself so there was no one to blame. -Go to my website if you want to see the photos of the atelier http://www.tuscany-painting.com/index.html

As hammered thumbnails will do mine is growing out. Funny I thought, it looks like the Eiffel Tower. So I decided that Paris has somehow branded me, like livestock.

Check out the photo, it is a view from the apartment on rue Saint Jacques. You can't see the Eiffel Tower from here except for on my thumbnail.

Yesterday we went with a friend of my beau who's grandfather was one of the last Russian nobles that escaped as soon as the revolution started to the buffet lunch at the Racing Club France Paris near the Parc Catelan . There were all kinds of people playing tennis but it was not very multicultural. Our friend is great because he is kind of out of control and laughs loud and drives insanely, I love it. There were birds flying around in the restaurant that no one seemed to bother about. Everyone sort of ignored one another. And I had my first crepes suzette.

After lunch we went to his 150 m2 apartment near Trocadero that is so close to the Eiffel Tower that you can almost spit on it. The apartament also has a 150 m2 terrace. He just keeps his collection of paintings there and prefers to stay in a one room place on rue Saint Jacques. Bizarre. He gave me a beautiful antique Indian piece that looks like an illustrated manuscript written in sanscrit with a painting of a man and two women.