A view down the short Rue Sainte-Claire in Nice old town. The paintings on my easel are changing fast. This studio painting depicts a view I painted a couple times on site last March. There was a torn and indecipherable banner hanging high across the narrow street. At this corner I encountered a man who would stop every few feet, cross himself and pray. Everybody ignored him. I saw him again later acting normally, and he nodded to me in recognition. I may have seemed like the oddball to him with my easel, painting in a corner against the convent wall. 12x16 oil on panel.
No comments:
Post a Comment