‘Edenbray in Exile’
A Retrospective Anthology of Poetry, Articles and Essays
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GEORGES ROUALT
an appreciation
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This artist consistently escapes the art critics preoccupation with labelling and classifications …
The artist – his painting & his philosophy are generally watered down … not so with Georges Roualt.
His work sits raw … pulsating in a corner of its own …
He paints his feelings, daubs his emotions, bears his soul … yes, his darkest most personal and inner self … in Roualt’s world he is invisible, transparent, he has nothing to hide …
He has no shame – as an artist, no guilt appropriated or applied … His colours describe his humanity …
His line is exaggerated, rough and uneven … at the same time tempered, deft, perceptive …
He sees what he sees … as an artist … a true artist … his line describing his personal vision
He defines that line perfectly … like a blind man painting a woman …
He makes love with his art … his love is awkward, fumbling, over-wrought with passion and a rough energy … He dominates his work while showing enormous sensitivity … he touches the raw spirit and flesh like no other artist …
His work transcends time … its not modern, nor traditional … … it speaks to both … it roars, murmurs … it moans … it lives?!
Georges Roualt absorbed his art like a parent gull and in his art he disgorges warm chunks of life in palatable pieces that we ‘subadults’ may comfortably digest … with no fear of choking …
Give time to Roualt’s work and it will touch you … make you human again.
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writtenbyedenbray10.02.2015
re-writtenbyedenbray22.04.2020
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< on the left ~ edenbray’s attempt at ROUALT’s superb ECCO HOMO >
edenbray ☢︎ - a BEAT POET 
Love it! Particularly the bit about mother gull… A great analogy that describes the crudity…