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marine-artist-james
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james bartholomew
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Hi there, love your work. If you are interested, I am curating a maritime art prize and exhibition in Australia, top prize $15,000AU. Check out www.missiontoseafarers.com.au/anl-art-prize!
Hi James....had a look at your gallery and your work is incredible...I use to live in Gosport so I understand how the solent can be inspirational to an artist who oviously loves the sea and all its majestic beauty. I will have to make sure I come back to see more of your gallery in the near future all the best
oh my! its almost all sailboats and yachts!! *-* I love it!! It doesn't help that I can't sail because of medical reasons right now either so this is almost torturous no matter how excellent the work is- thats part of teh problem. When I'm healthy agian I'm definately going to closely look at your work, it looks fabulous. Do you sail or just love the ocean?
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