Months and paintings have passed here on my gmail. And suddenly I am enchanted by "Cherries." I can almost taste them. They take me back to a house we leased in the summer of 1968 on the outskirts of Frankfurt, am Main, West Germany. The street was Goldsteinstrass. All the houses had walls around them - up the street from our house there was a cherry tree dipping its branches over the wall, down nearly to the sidewalk. It was full of cherries, so heavy. There was even a ladder placed up into the tree, on the sidewalk side of the wall. At that time I had two small, lively sons - and I was expecting a third come winter. I can see those little boys disappearing up into the cherry tree, and coming home later, satiated with cherries. Their lips and chins and shirt fronts covered in juice. So very long ago.
A marvellous painting Julian, you are the master of colour, the cherries look as though they are made from Murano glass.
All the best from a fellow artist in England.
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