Monday Monday

Each Monday I sequester myself in my atelier, put on my headphones, slip in a CD of something French - Francis Cabrel, en ce moment - and paint. Today's task is to render what my friend called a "pumpkin" at the market in Sarlot a few Octobers ago. My photo shows a colorful gourd that only distantly ressembles an American pumpkin, full of green and yellow and cream-colored striations. I use the photo to (loosely) guide my painting, and to recall the moment, of wandering the cobblestone streets that market day, the odor of woodfire, the bite of impending cold in the air.

Here it is:














And here is the just-finished Les Arrosoirs, the Watering Cans, from a photo taken in June 2007 in the bathroom (!!) of a chateau in Arnajon, where I painted and lunched in June 2007.