(standard) INTERVIEW

Roseangle, 2011, acrylic on canvas, 44 x 42 inches

My work is featured on the abstract painting/ interview blog, based in South London, (standard) INTERVIEW.
I have been a regular reader of the blog for some time and am glad to have my work included in such great company.
For more focus on abstract work check out (standard) INTERVIEW's twin blog (fundamental) PAINTING.

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Comments

brian edmonds said…

Hey, Paul congratulations!! I wanted to read the interview a couple of times through before I posted. I enjoyed the interview. It does give me an in depth look at your work. I did not realize your influences were so varied, literature, the wide range of artists, etc. Good luck on your show in Sept. and beyond.

August 6, 2011 at 6:57 AM

Paul Behnke said…

Thanks Brian!
Here's one from March if you're interested...

http://studiocritical.blogspot.com/2011/03/paul-behnke.html

August 6, 2011 at 8:23 AM

brian edmonds said…

I had read this interview before and forgot about it. That is how I came to your blog and website in the beginning. Let me know if there is a catalogue available at show.

August 6, 2011 at 4:04 PM

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