My two sons came round on Mothers Day yesterday, both grown men now following their own careers and in Julian’s case the proud father of our grandson Edward.
It only seems a like yesterday when they were both young children themselves and we were living in Glastonbury and I had my studio in Crispin Hall.
One night long after they had gone to bed the phone rang and a rather slurred voice at the other end asked ‘Do you know there’s a petrol can in the grass?
‘Who is this, do you know what time it is?’ I demanded, only to be told that it was a certain Mr X.. a rather eccentric elderly customer of mine who had bought a number of paintings in the previous few months and who kept repeating his question about some petrol can or other.
‘Sorry ‘ he went on when he eventually got things a bit clearer. ‘Didn’t know it was that late, didn’t know it was late,sorry. My wife’s gone out with a friend and the wife’s friend’s husband (hic)and I have been having a few little drinks.'(hic).
From the sound of it, it was more than a few and probably not little ones either.
‘That picture’ he said ‘The one I brought from you the other day, the farming one with the chickens and that, I’ve just noticed that there’s a petrol can in the grass, did you know it was there?’
I think his picture was painted long before these above and it’s just as well it wasn’t a milk churn he was asking about, I wouldn’t know which picture it was then.
The Field Marshall one is still available as an open edition print At Studio Website