Julian has a show up at the Dallas Contemporary. Take a look. Julian takes chances. And Julian gets burned for taking them occasionally. But back to the deal of “what profit a man, if he loses his soul in the bargain.’ Julian has soul. I don’t think he’s ever bargained jack shit away. So, all’s well… And you can’t not like the fact that written in Julian’s own hand, on the painting behind him, is the word… Antonioni. One of the truly great directors of our time. The Master of the Long Take.
And what a boring life all that ‘bargaining’ and ‘idyllic-ness’ would lead to… Sounds like some form of co-dependency, don’t it?
Here… Let me buy you a drink.