As soon as I ventured out on the balcony of the Davis's Paris apartment, with the Sacre Coeur looming above, I knew I had to try to paint the scene.
Just a couple of streets over from Alan, Norie, and Emma's home on the Rue Pigalle is the Musee Gustav Moreau. It's an amazing place, full to the eaves with the colossal, unfinished paintings of this proto-symbolist. Here I am, midway up the massive spiral staircase that connects Moreau's three cavernous salons.
More of the drawings. Besides my people sketches, for some reason this time I was taken to drawing in museums, which I usually hate. The encounter with Maillol was spontaneous, we ran into his nude statues everywhere, outside Amsterdam, in Brussels, in Paris.
