I usually start my paintings from visiting and photographing my subject for referencing later in the studio. In this case the subject café was long gone so I did it entirely from memory. This was our teenage coffee shop hangout, where we ate fries, drank coffee (just coffee), and smoked cigarettes (not just cigarettes). The owner/operator/waiter always did wear a little chef’s jacket and smoked Lucky Strike cigarettes (I think). He didn’t have Absinthe on the menu. This was Vancouver in the 1970’s not Paris in the 1890’s (I’m not that old). The title? The café is gone. We were gone. Those days are gone. Real, Real Gone (also a Van Morrison song title). Total print sales: zero. I’m OK with that.


December 13, 2017

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