I’m just back from a few days in southern France and after the misery of this years cold and depressingly wet English summer, it was a joy to be in hot sunshine again! Everything looks so much better in bright sunshine, the natural colours shine and purple shadows dress the landscape. Its rare for me to like a landscape that isn’t bathed in sunlight. And of course French rural landscapes are full of ancient limestone buildings half forgotten in their bucolic decay…. their aged weathered doors just clinging on to the last remnants of faded paint, worn steps lead up to flowerfilled doorways, shuttered windows look out upon the day, and cobbled paths lead up to interesting hidden shadowy passageways, I just had to go and investigate! I was in artist heaven!! Ok, so it wasn’t erotic art, but it was full of inspiration for me – and I took enough photos to keep me busy with a hundred future paintings! (and that is NOT an exaggeration!). But……. even though I was full of inspiration for old French tumble-down buildings, I was greatly amused to see that others think of erotica quite often too……… Whilst visiting the famous wine village of Chateauneuf du Pape, and clambering up the hill to look at the remains of the papal chateau, I stood admiring the grandeur of the old building, which is basically a couple of tall castle walls, some old stonework, an archway, a few windows, and a large piece stone flooring, I was much amused to glance down and opened my eyes in wonder to see ……an extremely large and very erect phallus drawn out in the dust of the stone floor, seen in ignorance by the majority of visitors there, but to an erotic artist it was MUCH evident, and caused me a few minutes of wicked mirth to see what someone else had thought of, and most had overlooked or walked over in total ignorance!
So………. back to painting again…….. now……..what shall I do? French landscapes versus erotica…….MMmmmmmm………….. tough decision!!!!!!