This work captures those moments, where the freedom of finding the unexpected and unusual around the next corner or through the next door is not questioned, and accepted as normal by the child.
It was a place where an ancient tree grew surrounded by the offerings from those in search of a cure for their woes and protection from their foes.
I really love this piece. I think it’s good. But my muse hates it because she’s in it. Should I apologise? Nah...I’m too old and selfish to care what anyone else thinks. I mean who has time for that! And anyway it’s too late to change it now cos the glue is already dry.
I remember staring at her, my critic, trying to feel shame, anger or maybe guilt but none came. Instead, I felt my fool smile to itself. It had no regrets because it was a creature of no apology. So I mentally digested her words and shrugged, grateful that my fool was the reason why I was an artist and why over the years I had developed a very thick skin.
My utopia would be me, alone, with maybe some pets, on the set of Logan’s run, sat drinking my favourite gin ( monkey 47) and tonic with lots of ice and a slice of grapefruit in the glass. Cheers!
Señor Zorro is an artist. He said this work made him think of Sir John Everett Millais’s Pre-Raphaelite painting of Ophelia. Who am I to argue with feedback like that.