His painting features a Guildhall Hill where all the taxis, drunks, Big Issue sellers, hoodies and old people have been removed and replaced by a few slender figures. His apocalyptic vision of Norwich seems to be of a place where the lunchtime crowds have been wiped out by disease and replaced with only the young and beautiful. A kind of Oscar Wilde bomb one presumes.
Is this a clue to why he pulls his brand new Panama down over his head and lifts his collar to hide his face? He cannot bear to stand alongside the glorious, mishapen, humanity passing him by.
A very occasional photographic miscellany. If you found this you got here by accident. Clicking on any of the photographs should take you somewhere else. Unfortunately the 'somewhere else' is most likely to be another viewing of the same photograph you just clicked but on a different web page. Good here isn't it?
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