A deviation from the normal.
Watercolour on Arches, cold-pressed Watercolour-Block
No more than a mere child Terrence looked upon his native Jamaica as little more than a springboard to the rest of the world.
Restless and artistic he scrounged for material to paint his dreams.
Rice-paper wrapping left over from the purchases in shops had him create monsters and ships and cars and the sea.
Pencils, stolen from Bank-desks sharpened and re-sharpened till they were no more than stubs.
All the boys thought him a simpleton, his father thought him gay.
Such are the limitations of an island’s education. Life spares little charity for one unwilling to join a gang.
He grew up a strapping tall, strong lad; full of zest and courage but with nowhere to go, nothing to do.
He watched James Bond Movies whenever he could muster 4 pennies, and learned, what he thought, were the manners of a gentle-man.
And then he met Sophie.
Sophie was 55, he was 18.
She took his raw gentleness and turned it into the slow nights of passion.
She came to Jamaica every year to see him. She gave him her love and much of her money, he, his unblemished youth and unwavering attention.
Sophie married and English to the core wrote him letters of love but he learned that she would never help him get to his dream.
She still comes, 10 years later. He still makes sure she receives his perfect attention, but his only credentials being of the untold kind, known only by the women he befriends at the airport, makes his chances of getting out of Jamaica impossible!