Tuesday, 2 October 2007


I was drawn to this place in my early twenties, some how a famous painter got involved with my life, Patrick Heron, abstract expressionist, i was flattered, no one with such prestige had been interested with little ole me before, painting had been my first love, and down here artists were everywhere, some good and some absolute rubbish, he was much older about 35 years older but to me he was like a god, i hung on every word he uttered and i worshipped him from a distance, he became my mentor, it was arranged that i was to take my pictures to him every month for his appraisal, so i did ,cause he was also an art critic for the new statesman etc, well he introduced me to a world of colour through his favourite artist Matisse, painting became an obsession , it was who i as , i had a passport to being accepted, and i was for a while, for many years, but things came to a halt, which i will tell you later if your interested, signing off 4 now

This is the coastal town of st ives cornwall, where ive been hanging out for the best part of 20 years, its a good as place as any, come winter time its very quiet but thats ok with me,
for in the time of trouble he will hide me in his pavilion; in the secret of his tabernacle shall he hide me and you. ps27v5