Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Eating my hat…

One lesson I have learnt in life, is to admit when I have made mistake.  I have lost count of times when I’ve said, if I’m wrong I’ll eat my hat.  My best hat is made out of cowhide and as you might guess; its brim is well chewed.  I have eaten it publicly to astonishment of a town forum in England and this afternoon I committed myself to eating it again here on Dominica if my theory on leakage from the island’s main water supply pipeline is wrong.

Sometimes I misjudge my paintings.  On the completion of a work, I often feel that I have failed.  And more often that not, I am right.  However, there are times when, on reflection, I discover that I was closer to the truth than I thought. 

Today’s pastel painting is a case in point.  It dates back to 1989 and depicts my then Vincentian model Alice, just a few days before she gave birth to her daughter (my God daughter) Oceana.  At the time, I felt that I had failed to capture the mood of the moment.  But now, at a distance of almost half a century, I find it steeped in emotion.

2 comments:

  1. I have not seen this picture before - I like it.

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  2. I like it too...the facial expression says much!

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