It all started when I ran out of money.
I was living in Aix and discovered, on a Friday afternoon, that there was rien in my bank account. I called dad but there was no way to receive funds until Monday.
How was I going to buy food for the next 3 days? Big question for a broke student.
I used my art brain, went to a cafe on the famous boulevard in town and asked them if they wanted their cafe painted. They did. So I did. And made $20 and bought food.
That was the beginning of my Bistros & Marches of the World line of paintings, all depicting cafes and markets.
Here is one. I call it Chablis on the Champs Elysees.
The French love red.