Bonnard, London

And so I run again. I run like I haven’t run in months, and it’s as if Bonnard is running with me, seeing through my eyes […]

Bonnard, London.

 And so I run again. I run like I haven’t run in months, and it’s as if Bonnard is running with me. What would all this look like, London, seen through his eyes? In a painting by him? I can only imagine. […]

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