When I think back for a moment about myself and what I was doing fifty odd
years ago – I was just a scruffy little kid, sometimes playing with my mates or
by myself along the coast between Sunderland and South Shields. On the
beach and in the sea or rock pools, sometimes climbing the cliffs and doing all
those things that little boys are not supposed to do, but still do all the same! I
realise now that this is where I got my ideas and inspirations for my paining,
from all those colours and shapes, even the sounds of the sea and the
shipyards in the distance and the colours of the swirly oily water in the docks
and those lovely salty smells of the seaside.
Sometimes I’ll come across a long forgotten sketch that grew into a painting,
or I’ll come upon a smudged little doodle that came to nothing. Therefore I
have to rely upon my imagination and memories of yesterday and people will
say to me ‘What is that?’ You’ll never find anything that shape or colour, well
not in this world anyway, but in my memories and imagination I will. It’s all
there somehow – even in my other paintings that have nothing to do with the
But I still walk along those cliffs and beaches; they haven’t changed much
today, though there is no noise for the shipyards they have long since gone.
The river water is clean now. You know its clean water as the anglers now
I’d better stop for now for I’m starting to remember many more adventures of
a scruffy little ten year old boy and I could probably go on for hours!