I want to walk into that landscape and not come back. The song of the open road invites me.
"You road I enter upon and look around, I believe you are not all that is here,
I believe that much unseen is also here."
What a lovely way home! I only get to walk the driveway to the bus!
The big difference is that the rest of us just do it without observing and without painting. I am sometimes embarrassed at my lazy brush.
You are so observant. I am sure that is the truth of a fine artist. Your surroundings certainly lend themselves to wonderful landscapes. Thanks again for making my days more fun.
This is an abstract painting on the right side of the road. The signature digging the surface ("sky") is for me the undeniable proof. This is the first painting I see in my life in which there is a passage from figuration to abstractionism in a same work! The two telegraph poles are the symbol of an open border between the two artistic attitudes. A very important painting.
Dear Julian, footsteps briskly eating up the road, thoughts on life, on painting. The morning light has ignited your inspiration! Not long now and you are back in your sacred space, your studio, wrestling with ideas, brushes and paints, your muse nearby!
Anna.
The composition and color palette are striking. I love the yellow greens and dashes of salmon and that bit of dark blue--contrasted against the darker browns-- just sumptuous. An inviting walk and lovely painting.
Max Beckmann, one day, wrote: "I hardly need to abstract things, for each object is unreal enough already, so unreal that I can only make it real by means of painting".
That is what I feel about Road to Les Couguieux.
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