Arthur
I was honoured to meet the incredible self-styled "God of Hellfire", Arthur Brown, at a gig in Luton's Hat Factory almost two years ago in person. Foolishly promising him a painting at the time, I was delighted to be given the opportunity to meet him again with Martin, backstage on Thursday 10th December 2009, guesting with Hawkwind on their 40th anniversary tour. He is an amazing and eclectic performer, and a true gentleman when you meet him in the flesh. I gave him the attached painting as a token of my admiration for his music and fabulously eccentric stage persona, and as a tribute to his hit "Fire".
* An interesting update to the above... It would appear that the flames of passion ignited a little too much in one viewer of this painting who slashed it to shreds during what I believe was a "psychotic episode". No joke. I wasn't laughing...and still am finding it hard to find an amusing anecdote to this story but in time I am sure I will and as Martin says, it will becoming a cute dinner party tale. So this picture you see, is literally all that is left of it, a digital imprint of a picture that somehow was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and created for the wrong person.
Strange things seem to follow me around, from the phantom pie-eater who, DURING my A level exam, decided the pie my mum had lovingly made which I was busy drawing for this important exam, was far too good to leave. Whilst on our break from an arduous all day exam, the piece of pie I was actually drawing from was surreptitiously pulled out and sneaked into their cavernous maw whilst I was blissfully unaware. I was even honoured to have the presence of the headmaster as he attempted in vain to follow the crumb trail and tell-tale splodges of Morton's purple-hued fillings on the floor. The perpetrator against this crime was never found, but was thought to be a visiting fifth former, however. My dear, departed mum's cooking proved, on this time (as with many) to be utterly irresistible.
* An interesting update to the above... It would appear that the flames of passion ignited a little too much in one viewer of this painting who slashed it to shreds during what I believe was a "psychotic episode". No joke. I wasn't laughing...and still am finding it hard to find an amusing anecdote to this story but in time I am sure I will and as Martin says, it will becoming a cute dinner party tale. So this picture you see, is literally all that is left of it, a digital imprint of a picture that somehow was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and created for the wrong person.
Strange things seem to follow me around, from the phantom pie-eater who, DURING my A level exam, decided the pie my mum had lovingly made which I was busy drawing for this important exam, was far too good to leave. Whilst on our break from an arduous all day exam, the piece of pie I was actually drawing from was surreptitiously pulled out and sneaked into their cavernous maw whilst I was blissfully unaware. I was even honoured to have the presence of the headmaster as he attempted in vain to follow the crumb trail and tell-tale splodges of Morton's purple-hued fillings on the floor. The perpetrator against this crime was never found, but was thought to be a visiting fifth former, however. My dear, departed mum's cooking proved, on this time (as with many) to be utterly irresistible.