I’m not going to lie to you, I am such a lucky guy. Each summer for the past 10 years, my family and I leave for the South of France—where we have an apartment (I know right!). I keep a box of paint, brushes, portable easel, staple gun and wooden stretcher bars. I pre-prepare canvas and bring it with me in an architect’s tube on the plane ride. I re-stretch the canvasses, and off I go. Same process as in the mountains, out-doors in the elements plugging away. Some of my biggest influences like Cezanne, and Van Gogh and Picasso famously worked in the South of France—so I feel like their spirits are out there with me.
Lately, there have been some big changes to the work I’ve done in France. Many of my newer pieces are from France. Because it’s hot down there—and many people have terraces on their rooftops. These are called “Tropeziennes” (like St. Tropez). It’s kind of like they take out part of their roof, and waterproof it. There is also a delicious French pastry called a Tropezienne , but that’s a conversation for another day. Anyway, I began painting from the balconies of our friends, and I became a little bit obsessed with painting rooftops. Once I begin these paintings, I was taken in by the total lack of log-ic in their construction, that was totally logical. These rooftops were perfectly imper-fect. But I also started to really bond with Picasso and how he arrived at Cubism 100 years ago.