Today’s
photograph dates back to the time when my studio was based in the North of
England and my work as a sculptor attracted major commissions. On Saturday
afternoons I opened the studio doors and invited the public to view work in
progress. Even in the depth of winter I had scores of visitors.
Those
were the days before blogs and my daily diary pages were posted on the internet,
the hard way, by my brother with pictures taken with an early Kodak digital
camera. However, as computers had not yet reached every-man my visitors were
real people with snow on their boots that came to me the hard way.
Now, from
my studio in the Caribbean, I have hundreds of visitors. But alas, no one
shakes my hand or pats me on the back as they are all virtual “stats”.
This painting
dates from that period. It is of my native Yorkshire in the depths of winter.
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