Fuck you, Darlings.

WHAT A DAY!

Giggle, giggle. So I just got back from hopping art galleries in 75001 zip code. What snobs I encountered! It was so uncalled for, especially at this place called Galerie Castiglione, near Le Place Vendome. The exact address is 9 Rue de Castiglione.

The guy took one look at me and basically just shoo'd me out of his galerie. I don't think I looked like someone who even knows what art is never mind be able to afford it. He was so nasty. I really wanted to say "fuck you, darling!" But, I have too much class in my veins for that. My parents just raised me too well. So I smiled at him instead and said, "you're rather nice!" and I turned around and left him in his galerie. What a nasty guy! Making assumptions about people based on nothing but old stereotypes and uninformed prejudices. Ew.

The other one, Art Club Paris on 172 Rue de Rivoli, at least he did not shoo me out but it was like, "dude, relax!" Homeboy just placed himself on my tail and each step I took, he stayed on me so tight, I got a headache and I just gave up and left. I mean, I can understand the whole "shopping while black" thing in a supermarket or store because you can easily slip the item in your purse and try to run out the store without paying for it. But I can't exactly stuff this huge ass painting into my Puma sac, yo. Give me a little space to just look, for chrissakes...maybe he thought I was gonna spray graffiti all over his shit?

But yea. Funny. Giggle-funny. These people are funny. Ridiculous, but funny. Ignorant, but funny.

So after that I came home and tried not to be despondent or to cry about it or anything. In the end, a few tears dropped out but it was therapy more than anything. I wondered what it was I am getting myself into with this art business. I am a black woman! I don't see many black female artist role models out there. Art is not considered to be our turf. Not even to go to a gallery and look. It's really frightening. That you can't even be allowed, like everyone else, to view a work of art at a gallery without people making you feel bad.

But anyway. I am home again in my cocoon. I am working on five new still lifes based on some photos I took of a few dinners I recently had. All of them are hot messes.  But I am going to keep at it till they look like something. And then I am also posting another one based on a picture I took last week at Versailles.

I have recently discovered that I like a black/white palette, by the way. And charcoal. I like working with Charcoal. But it is messy as heck. But I like it. I want to do some huge ass big black and white canvasses. I already know what the first one will be. I just have to buy the canvas board and that puppy is nearly 60 euros. "Good luck with that," I told myself. I don't see when I am going to be able to spend sixty euros on one canvas board. Unless I find a billionaire benefactor or something. (Am crossing fingers as I speak).

So anyways. What about you, darling? How was your day today? I hope it was very nice and that you didn't let them keep you down. They will, you know. If you let them. DON'T LET THEM.