I worked at Art in School 1958-1969, both primary and secondary schools, my early days when I first sensed colour and what you could do with it. Later, I took it up again at the Art Therapy classes at Mind-in -Haringey, (London) with art therapist Felicity Wombwell, (now in Brighton) and others from 1984 to present date. The seventies and eighties were heady days for me, I was psychotic most of the time but never more invigorated or excited about life. I was in my twenties and thirties, the glory of youth as they say.
The art therapy helped and I have continued painting in my life here in Bristol. Although I have no abiding city or home; wherever I am, I am a stranger and pilgrim, and so I just have to paint and when I’m not painting I’m thinking of my next picture in my mind, gestating the vision to be given birth to. I’m privileged, and can buy paint tubes at will, almost. Paint is precious to me and I cant wait till the next canvas.
When I paint, I am immersed in the picture and colours, I just love colour beyond anything else, it brings me back to memories of my childhood, when I first discovered colour. I can almost remember being in my mothers womb and surrounded by water and Love; early visions of colour are so vivid and even fleeting memories of colour are stark and real to me.