Welcome back Julian. I've been looking for your Postcards and wondering, did I say something wrong? Your river painting is lovely and I can almost hear the gentle sounds of the stream against the rocks. So peaceful, it looks like a haven for great fishing.
Flamenco melody in the distance, so attractive...I cannot resist its charm: I take off my shoes,I gather my courage, then cross the singing river (Ouch! the water is so cold!)and disappear into the bushy shadows where I meet...
Julian: So glad you painted Spain... this in nice. I'm hoping you painted some of the panoramas and maybe a full moon similar to Ruth's photos. Great reading on the blog... Thanks, Parke
You know, Julian, why are we so attached to you ? Beyond your talent, owing to your self-portraits, since the beginning. Honesty and no affectation. Like these of Rembrandt or lucian Freud for instance. You seem to tell us: "Well I am who I am, lost among you all and my only way of expressing are my brushes and colours". Whatever your works (landscapes, still lifes, portraits)Julian, this is the same humble meaning, the same humble message: humanness.
How beautiful this scene is. We are all so glad to see you are posting your work again.
I especially like Alain's second entry here. He has really named the essence of our collective attachment to your wonderful paintings.
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