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Odd when you read about artist who was born in the same year as yourself. Such is Arnau Alemany. His work has this odd appeal. It is very organic. As if urban rural life were one and the same. And dated. Something in the late 19th century. And naive. Not in its conception but its themes. Pastoral in quality the cities have none of the ugliness of most cities. Everything is tidy. Controlled. In sync. But where are the people?

Having said this, the work is beutiful. (I left the ‘a’ out)