I love Europe. The architecture is fantastic, the art museums are fabulous, and I really enjoy talking to the people there. Probably the thing I like most is walking past sidewalk cafes. It is so much fun to see the people sitting there, eating and talking. Each little cafe has its own atmosphere. I’ve enjoyed painting some of those scenes.

This is a cafe in Stockholm. I’ve tried to portray the relaxed feeling of the customers as well as the friendliness of the waitress. The people up close are detailed, while the ones further back don’t have the same coloring or shading. Notice the different skin tones on the three people up close, as well as the light and shadows.
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This scene is from Montmatre in Paris. I’ve concentrated more on trying to develop personality in the subject’s faces. You can imagine what they may be thinking or saying. In the bottom left corner I’ve painted three people in their own intimate group, while the other two are leaning close together for their private gossip. The top left shows someone in a doorway and to the far right are more customers. If you go to Montmatre you know that many tourists are walking past these people as they sit. Maybe they are what the subjects are talking about.
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This is a portrait of my beautiful mother-in-law. I had her sit at the long end of our dining-room table.
The scary portrait you see next is me. The funny thing about it is that I painted it at home. I needed a mirror to look in and my easel wouldn’t fit in the bathroom. There is a long, skinny mirror on the back of my bedroom door, so I used it. You would have laughed if you had seen me leaning to the left or to the right to be able to see enough of myself in the mirror so I could do my painting.





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