Bramble describes the prickly shrubs of a berry bush. To bramble is to gather the berries from these bushes.
Here, Julian translates the word into a summery landscape that gives permission to play and risk and frolic. A tumble of red and orange flowers pierce against a vibrant green.
Like sunburn, scratches from shrub, windswept hair, it beckons you to undo a little and perhaps stumble on secret delights.
Here is a scene of wind and shifting landscape.
A moody sky with the promise of sun, and bush stirred, like a whispering crowd, in
Julian evokes the changing season with autumnal hues and gestural brushwork, offering a sound spot in which to wait and contemplate.
Here is a dreamy daybreak.
Julian paints the secret hours before the world has risen, aglow with early signs of golden light; the first gentle summonings.
Purples and blues, lazy silhouetted shapes who lean into the horizon, together conjure a spell, like that between sleep and waking.