I have a love for the guitar and its music since I was a child. I played the guitar for hours and hours every day. By the age of 15 I wrote songs and read music. In 1989 I suffered a cerebral haemorrhage and needed (life or death) brain surgery. I came out of that with a complete loss of memory for playing the guitar and reading the music. However, I still love the guitar and lately have been painting them in my art.
In my paintings I can portray a real sense for the love of this instrument. I can smell the wood, feel the sculptural structure and I get a sense of memory and how I felt when I used to play. To know something so close is to be able to paint it with real feeling.
I hope this explains my series of guitar paintings. For the musically inclined, I think you understand. Music used to mean everything to me, then it was lost, for many, many years. Now I have the art and can express it all again, to my heart’s content.
ME AND MY GUITAR 1976