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But just look: When I talk about his love for Tintoretto, such as Vermeer, Monticelli or Bonnard, until now, sort of, not suspicion that I praise these artists, because they feel a personal affection for, say, Charles Lebrenu , is open, as everyone knows, Vermeer (then forgot it again, but this is the case now, it does not apply), or in love with Monticelli, who was a very imposing man. premature baldness which is more than compensated lush vegetation on the face, wit and a dandy.
We have to admit that I have my own very definite tastes, and, along with the artists, before whom I admire, there are others whom I consider tasteless, untalented, vulgar Mazilu.
Should I only write about the artists who are dear to me, and conceal their antipathy? I do not think so - anyone who reads my posts, are free to disagree with me, not to mention the fact that there could be quite a convenient option - they do not read (this is easily doable, it is enough to put my initials to ignore - and that's all focus).
So, nothing personal, only the expression of my views.