More Hadjiganev, this one is huge. Haven't sold any of his new work yet, but I do have one on reserve for a client in LA who's discussing it with her husband tonight. Fingers crossed, it would be a great sale.

Hadjiganev also does interiors, this is one of my favorites. I have a tub like this, in my kitchen no less, this is New York City and I live in an old tenement, and it once was red. The painting itself is large, I believe it is a bit taller than I am, having had to carry it around to show it to clients.

Another Albert Hadjiganev (Ha-Je-Ga-Nev or Ha-Jig-A-Nev, if you say either fast enough, it sounds the same) Normandy landscape. This was sold by a co-worker yesterday. Then he sold two more that haven't even been photographed yet this afternoon. Clearly this will be a good show.

We are gearing up for our first big exhibition for the season. The artist's Albert Hadjiganev who is Bulgarian but has lived in France for 30 years now. He spends his time painting in Normandy; jealous, anyone? I am.

This is Hugo, the owner's dog at the gallery, we jokingly call him our ferocious guard dog, but he is in fact a big old love sponge. There were two pugs at the Warhol Foundation too, who I have mentioned before. Love a pug, don't want one of my own I but like having them around.

One last matador post, now that we've seen some Caravaggio. A male and a female in similar suits. I imagine yesterday's crone sewing on the details. As a side note, Tristan and Crikey's blog mom commented that the beheaded Goliath in Wednesday's post is Caravaggio's self-portrait.

And here's the crone, peering, for lack of any better word, over Judith's shoulder. Look at that face, those eyes and lips. Her fuzzy hairline. That is fantastic painting, Caravaggio was brilliant. He died way too young.

Okay, so yesterday's post was pushing the envelope I guess, but here's Judith again, concentrating at the task at hand. Dig that groovy pearl drop earring with the velvet bow. Such intensity in her furrowed brow.

Yeah, gross, I know. But I did warn you. Personally, I love this because, well, look at her face! You go Girl. That Judith is my hero. And that old crone beside her with her apron at the ready, amazing. And Opla Plaza, I dedicate this one to you because I am sure you are laughing right now.

Can't say I didn't warn you. Wait until tomorrow. Here's a Wikipedia quote about Caravaggio. "An early published notice on him, dating from 1604 and describing his lifestyle three years previously, tells how after a fortnight's work he will swagger about for a month or two with a sword at his side and a servant following him, from one ball-court to the next, ever ready to engage in a fight or an argument, so that it is most awkward to get along with him. In 1606 he killed a young man in a brawl and fled from Rome with a price on his head. In Malta in 1608 he was involved in another brawl, and yet another in Naples in 1609, possibly a deliberate attempt on his life by unidentified enemies. By the next year, after a relatively brief career, he was dead."

Caravaggio had a thing about beheadings, which you will see more of tomorrow. These are two different versions of the story of Abraham and his son Isaac. The model for the father appears to be the same, as does the son's, and maybe even the ram's, but the angel completely changed.

Okay, so let's go there. Caravaggio. One of the original arts bad boys. Please don't be offended by the putti's peepee. At least he has wings, which will justify his being here at Archetypal Angels. He actually is Amor, or Eros, hence his playful attitude with the arrows he's holding.

Can't stop, this is as bad as those robots. Pretty soon someone will be sending me matadors websites I haven't seen yet. But these are just so very beautiful. Caravaggio meets Photo Realism. In a bullfighting ring.

Can't get enough matadors, and can't tell if it's a man or a woman. Clearly Gaillard can't get enough of their derrieres. God bless him.

Is this not awesomeness on canvas, I wish I could paint like it. One of the images Gaillard had with him when he came in was a horizontal piece of a bullfighter who had been gored and was being laid down on gorgeous fabric as the brilliant blood stained his costume. Oh My God.

Some of Gaillard's bullfighters are women, I'm sure there's a term for them but I don't know it. Pedro Almodovar's beautiful film Talk To Her was about one. I just read an obituary for Conchita Cintron, the first major female bullfighter, who killed 750 bulls in her career. Not a path I'd choose, but she opened a few doors, I suppose. She was also known as Diosa de Oro, because of her blonde hair, which she inherited from her Irish-American mother. Half Irish, the plot thickens.

This is Christian Gaillard, who we don't carry at the gallery, but he did come by looking for representation and left a package that pretty much blew my mind. The pieces I saw aren't on his website, so I just Googled him and dragged a few things from there to show you. Better get ready.

One of the Keith Harings that didn't make the cut last time around, feels appropriate for some reason now. Perhaps this reminds me of the lovely robot girl from yesterday. They would make an interesting couple, no?

Bored with ze French, time for a break from the gallery artistes. Here is my favorite robot sent by my friend Barry in Florida, in response to my Eric Joyner blogging. I love her! And it has to be a female, look at that lipstick! And her curly hairdo! I almost want to use this as my ID image.

Kinda creepy, Philippe Vasseur, although he is a great painter. We have one piece by him that we wouldn't let the owner hang that has a female nude model posing on a stool and this freaky man in a raincoat lurking in the background. Too scary, that one, it makes my hair stand on end.

Another of my favorite paintings at the gallery, it's by Philippe Vasseur. When I first started working there, this hung across the office from the desk I'd eat lunch at. Loved to just stare at it. I like to ask clients what they think is going on in it. My favorite version is that the man who's pointing, it is a man actually, is very upset because the dog ate his shoe.

More magnificent brushwork by Francois Bard, this painting is taller than I am. Amazing. I didn't sell this, one of my co-workers did, but I had a couple by the skin of their teeth near misses. Been a lot of those lately, those near misses. I just can't get used to it, hurts my feelings.

This is the next painting I sold by Francois Bard, it's also magnificent. These jpegs don't even begin to show what the paintings look like, you will just have to take my word for it. I was totally conflicted when I sold it because I so wanted to have it around for a while to keep looking at it.

Okay, back to the artists at the gallery where I work. This magnificent painting is by Francois Bard. In a few years you'll remember seeing this here because by then he'll be famous. This was the first painting I sold of his, we didn't even have it on the wall yet. It was fresh out of the crate and these people on their way to the Venice Biennial fell in love with it. Can't explain it; but it's huge, it's really beautiful, and it's complicated.