In the Lion’s cage

When I was 9 years old, my mother worked at a zoo. She let me feed the lion cub. I was alone with him in his cage when his affectionate play turned rough. I folded myself into a ball as he jumped on me, scratching and biting my shoulders. Like a large puppy, he became overwhelmed by his own excitement. Lucky for me,  Mom came back and got me out of there! But those few moments made me understand the power and temperment of the wild. I was filled with awe and respect.

At the ocean

I live near the beach in Capbreton, France. I paint out-doors with my portable easel when weather permits. The ocean is constantly moving. It’s a challenge to capture on canvas!

 

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People

I enjoy representing people in their surroundings. I use models or I work from photos, imagining their lives as I paint their environments. I feel close to them.