Ryan Jones
Joie de Vivre
48x60
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There’s a version of Paris that lives more in memory than in any single photograph — golden light, the smell of butter and sugar drifting from a bakery window, a...
There’s a version of Paris that lives more in memory than in any single photograph — golden light, the smell of butter and sugar drifting from a bakery window, a skyline you’d know anywhere. Joie de Vivre is Ryan Jones’ attempt to hold onto that version, painted in the glow of a recent trip to the city. The piece unfolds across four panels, each a sensory note from a Parisian afternoon.
A woman in sequined gold looks skyward, caught in a moment of pure ease. Beside her, the curved chrome headlight of a vintage car nods to the romance of the French countryside drive. At the center, a pain au raisin swirls in warm, buttery detail — rendered so closely you can almost smell it.
The final panel opens onto a wrought-iron balcony, the Eiffel Tower rising in the distance beyond trailing ivy. Jones paints in fragments the way memory works: not a single wide shot, but the details that linger — a texture, a taste, a skyline glimpsed through iron scrollwork. At 48 x 60 inches, Joie de Vivre doesn’t just depict Paris. It recreates the feeling of being there, unhurried, on an afternoon that felt like it belonged only to you.
A woman in sequined gold looks skyward, caught in a moment of pure ease. Beside her, the curved chrome headlight of a vintage car nods to the romance of the French countryside drive. At the center, a pain au raisin swirls in warm, buttery detail — rendered so closely you can almost smell it.
The final panel opens onto a wrought-iron balcony, the Eiffel Tower rising in the distance beyond trailing ivy. Jones paints in fragments the way memory works: not a single wide shot, but the details that linger — a texture, a taste, a skyline glimpsed through iron scrollwork. At 48 x 60 inches, Joie de Vivre doesn’t just depict Paris. It recreates the feeling of being there, unhurried, on an afternoon that felt like it belonged only to you.