I have not been pondering over any particular title for my next exhibition in the firm belief that, when the moment was right a little voice would whisper something in my ear, its arrival came with the completion of my first exhibition piece.



I had decided the moment that the opportunity arose, thankyou Helen you are a little Godsend, that this would be an exhibition that would be a defining mark, despite painting and drawing as a general passtime, that rare moment when there is nothing in the world for you to be thinking about, or in my case a time when there was nothing to do, however, despite those 30 years or more I have rarely, if ever, painted for myself, there was always someone there who had brought about a chance to do something creative, because of, or for someone, this exhibition was going painted for and by me.



Does that all make sense, probably not!



I have now completed my first piece that encompassed the whole of me physically, spiritually and mentaly, I am drained though exhillarated at the same time and has established a technique that I am happy with, that is something that has eluded me for so many years now despite constantly searching around, trying this, that and every other damn thing but, it was never me!



I am proud of my piece, I say that knowing what changes have taken place over the past 9 or ten years both mentally and, with reverent humility, spiritually, both these changes had to take place to move me on from where I was to where I am, born(e) again , is one phrase that springs to mind though I have spelt it with an e at the end because somehow it looks physically more accurate; it matters not in the big picture, what more could I say to the friend who was just about to become homeless again,



walk towards the light my friend,

walk toward the light.