28 January 2008
I imagine a drizzly spring afternoon in Paris circa 1934. She’s a movie star or maybe a dancer. Something glamorous. Although naked, her lazily draped cloak gives a bit of warmth. She is not unhappy as the hurried boulevard beneath provides solace. The terrace of the grand hotel is aged; the wrought iron rusted.
No matter, she is beautiful and a dancer, or maybe a movie star. Something glamorous.
Painted with gouache on a very cold day in NE Portland, Oregon.