" Art is the appropriate writing style that is necessary to communicate the noble and enriching movements of life. This thereby explains why, in these end times, abstraction triumphs! The negative state of mind, prince of oblivion, with nothing to say to his slaves, proposes stripping us of our words, and this works. However, since it's deemed ridiculous to glorify nothingness, some select intellectual mouthpieces, in service to the world, were given the burden to invent a rapid-fire gun of bulky narratives (a fearfull tool which cuts down so many in the ranks!).

Yet I care not, for I am protected by the armor of divine love. My 'permanent state' of facing the easel has also allowed me to contemplate and measure the long path that is life; from here, I am guessing where it all ends.

Naturally, and without great regrets, I am working headlong on a great fresco of souvenirs and other recollections. This story will end, confirming solidly for the viewer what I have been wanting to say. This work, so desired, is not a morbid feeling of obsession but a wish for the logical end of a lively moment in life, a precise endpoint to something so limited.

My present canvases contain a designed space which says 'to be continued'. I am guessing its size, created around multifaceted stones, being a determined hole that is neutral, silent and yet not frightening."

A short time after writing these few lines, Rob Jullien abandonned us. A few months before he disappeared from this world, his book had been printed and was sold out.

—A visit to the Rob Jullien Museum* (by Elizabeth Dumez)—Gareoult, France, 06/08/07

As we glide our selves into the dim light of this place, filled with history, we experience a shiver that only such old buildings communicate to its visitors. Upon entering, you feel observed by the penetrating stare of the Master's portrait, now so distant from the live world. Cold and dark stone walls seem to open into another dimension.

Rob Jullien is an extraterrestrial created into man. All his work breathes of invisible universes. All your senses awaken as you come upon his pieces named "Luminous Christ ", or "Christ's City ", or still "Haydn's Creation". Chains brake and liberate your thinking. Here, you travel to the depths of his work.

He will annoy some of us. This is because his paintings rip to shreds the most cherished corners of the s

Baphomet

La chapelle Mystique

The mystic chapel

Room decorated, on the top floor of the windmill

La crypte Templière

Templar crypt

Decorated room at entrance to the mill

Dieu choisira Les Siens

God will choose his own

La cité du Christ

The city of Christ

Le rejet (The reject)

Lorgues "Templars"

Etranges Destinées

(Strange destiny) New York

[Années 70] Oeuvre à caractère prémonitoire ?...

La vierge noir

(The black virgin)