The ME page.
I began to travel when I was 18, mostly in Europe, working my way around by drawing and painting Portraits, working as a dancer, a waitress, nightclub hostess - whatever was going, really. I had no ambition at that age other than to wander over as much of the planet as was feasible, and, like Ishmael in "Moby Dick", to go to sea. Whaling being not really my thing, I went share-fishing from Newlyn in Cornwall, and later married a Scot with a Yacht, and discovered the Hebrides, which was fantastic.
In the 80s I worked as Head of Studio for a Theme Park Development company in Ealing, and also ran a Portobello Road business specialising in Oriental Textiles. We supplied Bertolucci's film "The Last Emperor"with original costumes, also interior designers and collectors in Hong Kong, L.A., New York.
In 2000, I took a teaching job in Hereford, teaching drawing and painting to a wide range of adults, some with learning difficulties. A regular job if not well paid, fitting in with the school run, and was there until 2011, when I moved back to Yorkshire.
To all the above, add: I kept on painting Portraits.
I have spent a couple of years bodging the family hovel back together (my family spends it's money on global jaunts, not houses), and, whilst this is a good place to be in the summers, the winters are dreary, so I find myself fantasising about warm seas and exotic places. This winter has been about trying to recapture how it felt to be surfing off the Cornish coast, and beyond, to the Pacific, which I will visit soon.
I hated Art School -full of mad pompous theories and daft experiments, I was bored and offended by the sheer silliness of it. All I ever wanted to do was draw and paint -things I enjoyed, experiences I'd had, or wanted to have, the amazingly interesting world. Sometimes a complete composition seemed to be dumped on me whilst I slept, and I'd have no option other than to unload it onto canvas when I could find the time between all the other stuff -I didn't get much sleep during my 40's and 50's. So there's a great raft of surrealist work lurking under my bed: I'll let it out when I've found out what it means. Some of it seems to have been predictive.
I began to travel when I was 18, mostly in Europe, working my way around by drawing and painting Portraits, working as a dancer, a waitress, nightclub hostess - whatever was going, really. I had no ambition at that age other than to wander over as much of the planet as was feasible, and, like Ishmael in "Moby Dick", to go to sea. Whaling being not really my thing, I went share-fishing from Newlyn in Cornwall, and later married a Scot with a Yacht, and discovered the Hebrides, which was fantastic.
In the 80s I worked as Head of Studio for a Theme Park Development company in Ealing, and also ran a Portobello Road business specialising in Oriental Textiles. We supplied Bertolucci's film "The Last Emperor"with original costumes, also interior designers and collectors in Hong Kong, L.A., New York.
In 2000, I took a teaching job in Hereford, teaching drawing and painting to a wide range of adults, some with learning difficulties. A regular job if not well paid, fitting in with the school run, and was there until 2011, when I moved back to Yorkshire.
To all the above, add: I kept on painting Portraits.
I have spent a couple of years bodging the family hovel back together (my family spends it's money on global jaunts, not houses), and, whilst this is a good place to be in the summers, the winters are dreary, so I find myself fantasising about warm seas and exotic places. This winter has been about trying to recapture how it felt to be surfing off the Cornish coast, and beyond, to the Pacific, which I will visit soon.
I hated Art School -full of mad pompous theories and daft experiments, I was bored and offended by the sheer silliness of it. All I ever wanted to do was draw and paint -things I enjoyed, experiences I'd had, or wanted to have, the amazingly interesting world. Sometimes a complete composition seemed to be dumped on me whilst I slept, and I'd have no option other than to unload it onto canvas when I could find the time between all the other stuff -I didn't get much sleep during my 40's and 50's. So there's a great raft of surrealist work lurking under my bed: I'll let it out when I've found out what it means. Some of it seems to have been predictive.
