The Golden Puppet
Julian was a storm of color and chaos in the sterile white galleries of New York. He didn't paint; he attacked the canvas. His work was a visceral explosion of emotion, a raw, bleeding scream of a man who saw the world in frequencies of pain and ecstasy. He had started in the squats of Brooklyn, painting on discarded plywood and old bedsheets. He was an outcast, a freak, a man who spoke to the...
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