Comments (7)
Merilee wrote:
WOW. You have really outdone yourself, here. I gasped when I opened this up. The subtle colors you've captured in those onions is astounding. Just like yesterday, this is simply exquisite. Thanks for making my day!
WOW. You have really outdone yourself, here. I gasped when I opened this up. The subtle colors you've captured in those onions is astounding. Just like yesterday, this is simply exquisite. Thanks for making my day!
07.31.08
Leslee wrote:
I gasped too and then said out loud- killer!!
Just fantastic- and as I am sitting here listening to Isserlis play Faure- what more
could I ask for!!! Wonderful devine pleasure.
I gasped too and then said out loud- killer!!
Just fantastic- and as I am sitting here listening to Isserlis play Faure- what more
could I ask for!!! Wonderful devine pleasure.
07.31.08
Linda Warner Constantino wrote:
This piece has such a strong classic appeal. You have managed to make the ordinary exquisite. Linda Warner Constantino
This piece has such a strong classic appeal. You have managed to make the ordinary exquisite. Linda Warner Constantino
07.31.08
Rachael wrote:
My eyes are watering because they are so real looking. My 4 year old joked and said they were making him cry too. They're sublime. Who knew I could love an onion so?
My eyes are watering because they are so real looking. My 4 year old joked and said they were making him cry too. They're sublime. Who knew I could love an onion so?
07.31.08
cordier.alain wrote:
Subtle variation and treasure of tints; ; Invitation to a sensorial and poetical voyage. Thanks Julian.
Subtle variation and treasure of tints; ; Invitation to a sensorial and poetical voyage. Thanks Julian.
07.31.08
cordier alain wrote:
The onion soup ( a poem from Raoul Ponchon french writer 1848-1937 ):
Quel est ce bruit appétissant
Qui va sans cesse bruissant?
On dirait le gazouillis grêle
D'une source dans les roseaux,
Ou l'interminable querelle
D'un congrès de petits oiseaux.
Mais cela n'est pas que je meure
Sous des gnons et sous des trognons
Si ce ne sont pas des oignons
Qui se trémoussent dans du beurre!
The onion soup ( a poem from Raoul Ponchon french writer 1848-1937 ):
Quel est ce bruit appétissant
Qui va sans cesse bruissant?
On dirait le gazouillis grêle
D'une source dans les roseaux,
Ou l'interminable querelle
D'un congrès de petits oiseaux.
Mais cela n'est pas que je meure
Sous des gnons et sous des trognons
Si ce ne sont pas des oignons
Qui se trémoussent dans du beurre!
07.31.08
Pam wrote:
This painting is extraordinary and inspiring--any chance of creating a print of it?
This painting is extraordinary and inspiring--any chance of creating a print of it?
07.31.08
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