Josue Gaboriaud -
JOSUÉ GABORIAUD
No explanation to give, no comments, no underlying plans to release, no jargon: it is written on. The joy of painting there spreads, there is butter, heated like good food, with a fiery and quiet obvious. Gaboriaud has meaning in excellent condition. He painted as one rises in a good mood, as you stretch, as we sing in making his toilet. He is a man of the campaign. Friends arriving by train eleven. They are expected by the dirt road at the end of the village feels the heated stone and bakery. We welcome them with a scarlet laughter and insults breathtaking. We go lunch. The sun gives its horns. Along hedges, flowers brighten Exchange insects and burn their color as a home spreads its heat ...
When at the close of day, sitting on the heather,
With an old friend you drink free ...
However, given room, we intend to drink.
Gaboriaud grabs nature round the body, it knows that hands flat. I feel a rapid transition, direct from the man to the object. He kisses his entire build, and they roll all in trouble. But what matters out of this powerful hug! One thinks immediately to excellent things, double cream, innocent look and a hot woman's breast, to the full skin and pulp, to fabrics pleated rights, walls fat old villages, a marl quarry at dusk, leather glove with a thick white flower. A landscape of gentle severe, extended along a hill, begins to frown in the evening ramp and retracts the thin branches of three trees like the petals of a encrine inquiete.-A crazy twists apple of heat and tore his clothes and throws against the soleil.-We are the window with peers: The river slowly out of the city between houses painted like a game of cards Jacquemin Gringonneur and, upstairs, the Cathedral of Amiens begins to squat and turn blue in the day flowing and folding his strong clamps for the evening, under a sky made for slate and swifts.
The painting is a painting Gaboriaud health reason, the franchise. No sentimentality, not any sham, not even this legal address ... Serious work, strong bases, strong driving of the dough, use a tasty and measured the knife. The painter knows his stuff. But the profession by dint of force honest and passionate attention, beyond the scope and rendering. Gaboriaud, perhaps without seeking unmasks the loyal and treacherous appearance before him ... He argues it supports, and a sudden thrust he stuck with it all. There he made himself master of mystery and touches the face that is smiling and difficult ...
No explanation to give, no comments, no underlying plans to release, no jargon: it is written on. The joy of painting there spreads, there is butter, heated like good food, with a fiery and quiet obvious. Gaboriaud has meaning in excellent condition. He painted as one rises in a good mood, as you stretch, as we sing in making his toilet. He is a man of the campaign. Friends arriving by train eleven. They are expected by the dirt road at the end of the village feels the heated stone and bakery. We welcome them with a scarlet laughter and insults breathtaking. We go lunch. The sun gives its horns. Along hedges, flowers brighten Exchange insects and burn their color as a home spreads its heat ...
When at the close of day, sitting on the heather,
With an old friend you drink free ...
However, given room, we intend to drink.
Gaboriaud grabs nature round the body, it knows that hands flat. I feel a rapid transition, direct from the man to the object. He kisses his entire build, and they roll all in trouble. But what matters out of this powerful hug! One thinks immediately to excellent things, double cream, innocent look and a hot woman's breast, to the full skin and pulp, to fabrics pleated rights, walls fat old villages, a marl quarry at dusk, leather glove with a thick white flower. A landscape of gentle severe, extended along a hill, begins to frown in the evening ramp and retracts the thin branches of three trees like the petals of a encrine inquiete.-A crazy twists apple of heat and tore his clothes and throws against the soleil.-We are the window with peers: The river slowly out of the city between houses painted like a game of cards Jacquemin Gringonneur and, upstairs, the Cathedral of Amiens begins to squat and turn blue in the day flowing and folding his strong clamps for the evening, under a sky made for slate and swifts.
The painting is a painting Gaboriaud health reason, the franchise. No sentimentality, not any sham, not even this legal address ... Serious work, strong bases, strong driving of the dough, use a tasty and measured the knife. The painter knows his stuff. But the profession by dint of force honest and passionate attention, beyond the scope and rendering. Gaboriaud, perhaps without seeking unmasks the loyal and treacherous appearance before him ... He argues it supports, and a sudden thrust he stuck with it all. There he made himself master of mystery and touches the face that is smiling and difficult ...
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