Link to my artists book in The Tate special archive of artists books. The Tate is the national museum for historic and contemporary art in the UK My artists book

I was on the underground the other day and a woman sat down next to me who got on at Camden Town. I asked her if one could change between northern line trains there as it seemed to say only at certain times. She said she did not know as she was only in Camden doing a music event. Difficult to hear sometimes with the noise the tube makes… She then explained she was a classical music composer, which interested me as I love music, and mentioned some contemporary composers who music I have listened to since I was a teenager, Philip Glass, Steve Reich, systems music, and silence man, could not remember his name, which she supplied John Cage, not always good with names. We then talked some more about music. She, O I should say Holly, said as I mentioned quite a lot of other music, said “You know a lot about music, are you a musician ?” I said No though I do love music I am an artist, though I have known a lot of musicians or randomly end up in conversations with them. I told her my name and the name of my art website before getting off the train/tube to change. It was not Holly’s music event in Camden as she explained she was doing the events organisation for another musician / composer… Though she also told me, that she was also currently doing a PhD in music at Trinity Laban. Would be good if she dropped me a line, always pleased to meet interesting people that I have things in common with. But it also made me think afterwards who gets on the London Underground and meets a classical composer… me obviously… Then sitting in a semi-suburban coffee shop in London, I have met a lovely woman that run her own charity and in to Mindfulness, Kate a sixty something woman who is also wonderful who is a book editor, writer, has coached someone for a TEDx talk, a mentor, has proof read and edited 24 PhD papers for people and numerous other things, that are positive in the world. A computer scientist who works for among others NASA, Google etc… An architect that had all her study paid for by a global company as she is so good, who is also part of a Google group. A woman setting up her own business, also does financial services and finishing her masters, another young woman who is just finishing and writing her dissertation for her Bio-medical degree, who also happens to model and be a beauty queen for her country. A philosophy lecturer who when I first spoke to them was finishing a chapter for the University Press Cambridge. A number of actors and actresses, including one that has appeared in a Netflix production. An ex nurse who has just got a new job, interesting as she realises she is an ongoing project not a finished article, something many people do not understand or have any interest in continual improvement… A number of lovely Persian women… and so many others… Then it is amazing who one can meet almost anywhere… All wonderful people with good hearts…

Then I seem to have spent a lot of my life meeting or knowing very interesting people, and things like meeting interesting people seems to happen a lot… When I was at my last art school I met up with an old friend in Camden and the bar we went into was busy, and we shared a table with a man and woman. I ended talking to the woman for sometime, a musician. I eventually asked if I should know who she was, she said “You might, Neneh Cherry.” I laughed and said yes I have some of the music you have done in the past with different bands. Though at the time we met and spoke, she was a solo pop star, and rather famous… Not they was something to me, never been ‘star struck’, more the wonderful conversation…

Then meeting anyone with a good heart, whatever they do is always a pleasure….

Talking to some people the other day… They asked how old I was… I replied ancient… They laughed and said you cannot be that old 35-36 years tops… I laughed and said that will do… Then someone the other week over heard and misheard my date of birth and said somewhat shocked you are 65… I laughed at that too… and said if you like… I usually only say my date of birth to officials or for official purposes… That usually causes enough laughter… Believe as no body ever seems to believe it…

Yesterday I noticed a lot of people agitated around me… I was wearing a blue Irish linen suit… a black bandana and my Caterpillar motorbike boots… The ones I was wearing the evening I was assaulted by a member of the Guardia Civil in Spain for no reason… One guy in particular on the London Underground, eastern European maybe, Romanian, Albanian or maybe Italian or Spanish… seemed extremely upset and kept talking in an agitated way to his girlfriend and looking at me and my boots… All very strange… Also going round the British Museum and elsewhere there did seem to be a ‘ripple’ as I went around… Me I always like to travel quietly… Though I do hate lies… and am not too impressed by stupid people…

On a more fun note… spoke to a lovely retired woman on the bus 2 days ago… Born in Africa, grew up and spent most of her life in England… In fact she told me she arrived in England, one day old… I thought when we first started speaking she was from the Caribbean… She corrected me… She retired back to where she was born in Africa… and set up a charity, not that she is rich as she told me… but every little helps… a raindrop one at a time… makes and ocean…

The same day 2 days ago I popped into a hotel to use their toilet… and had to walk through the restaurant, and while I was a waiter was coming the other way and I almost walked into a dark beauty with some very nice curves, who looked a little panicked seeing me almost walk into to her and for some reason looked down at my camera… which I was carrying… After going to use the toilet, I stopped by her table and apologised if I upset her, she gave me a huge smile and said No, she was an Italian… One of those ones with dark flashing eyes, black hair and olive skin… and a flashing white smile… Should have really asked to take a photograph of her… as with all big cities will probably never run across her again…

Then about a month ago… I was walking along the Marylebone Road in central London and a group of women stopped me and asked how to get to the Sherlock Holmes Museum… I gave them directions and they told me they were Greek… A group of attractive women I should have also photographed… early 20’s… They were so lovely and thanked me so much for my help… They were from Athens in Greece… and as I had a ‘strange’ time, the last time I was there, it put a smile on my face meeting such lovely women from Athens, that were so friendly… I am sure the next time I am in Athens I will be treated how I usually am… especially in Greece, which is very well, like an honoured guest…

I was invited and went to an old friends opening yesterday… Nic Fiddian-Green’s exhibition opening at Sladmore Gallery 57 Jermyn Street London… It shows Nic’s work from a student through till today… his connection to the Parthenon Marbles (Elgin Marbles) & Rodin… Nic is a very old friend… and in fact has always been one of the good friends that helps one… He is a good human being… When I was at Chelsea Nic let me have the spare room in his flat in Pimlico for free… And at the time Nic’s best friend, who I was also friends with, was Gus Christie… Gus Christie of Glyndebourne yes… I also knew Hec his older brother, though not well… and their sister. We had lots of fun and fine times together… Though I did not see Gus at the show, I did see Nic’s sister but did not say hello as I was never sure if she liked me… Also because I was waiting to talk to Nic, his wife and maybe his sister when the show quieted down… 

Though friends come to openings it is also business and I did not want to interrupt… Nic is a brilliant classical / contemporary sculptor… And if you pass Marble Arch you will see a monumental sculpture of his next to it… A giant horses head… bit difficult to miss… O the woman in the shot I hear you say… Well I spoke to a few of the people working at the event… who all turned out to be fashion… visual merchandisers at Topshop by day and events workers by the light of evening… This woman though… Well I noticed her as she entered… Style and poise… a certain elegance that stood out in the crowd… Though I did not talk to her for a long time after seeing her… It was not that I did not want to, but thought it better I be quiet there, as it was not my show… But eventually I found her impossible to resist and we started speaking… A lovely woman with a sad tale… As you can tell from the photograph we spoke, laughed, I accidentally spilt some wine on her dress… I was slightly nervous… not so much speaking to her… but seeing Nic, as it had been time… She did not make me nervous but made my heart sing… as it does talking to a lovely beautiful intelligent stylish woman… Though for reasons I cannot fathom after I took this photograph I was asked to leave… not by her or she wanted me too… I took it with this lovely woman’s permission and smile… and sadly I do not have her contact details, as I would love to talk to her / see her again… Can you blame me… Nothing to do with Nic… We spoke outside briefly afterwards… She did tell me her name but out of all the conversation we had, it is somehow the silent part… I am terrible with names… 25th April 2018… Talking to a lovely woman and spurned by fate… The exhibition is well worth going to see… In fact I would recommend going to the British Museum to see the the Rodin and Parthenon Marbles and then to Nic’s show to see Rodin & Nic Fiddian-Green’s work… Also if anyone has sympathy for me in my plight maybe this lovely woman’s contact details or rather herself getting in touch with me if she wants too… But if she does not so be it… 

Some people might claim I am volatile… But I hardly ever lose my temper… and considering I have had idiots mess me around when I was not sure if my mother would live or die… Then for the last 3 years or so have been hassled and harassed by morns and general ‘scum’… because of another bunch of lying ‘scum’ lying about me… including ex’s, women who hit on me, who I had not the least interest in… The police who seem to not actually check or investigate anything, but listen to any lying arsehole on social media with a sob story… Well I think I have been rather patient… I mean walking down the street harassed by trash… walking past… in their cars and even sitting quietly in a coffee shop trying to write… I do realise how sad and twisted these people are… and their children from what I can gather…probably get it from their parents… Not very impressive… But… There are limits to even my patients… and much of the human race does not seem to be impressive in the least… More sad, bitter, twisted, lying and back stabbing… Me I like people and still do… But no way to bring up your children or act yourself… I would much rather try to think the best of you…But a lt of you make it very difficult… 3 years across 3 countries because of lying trash…and treating me badly… Do you have no shame or conscience… and I doubt the future is going to work out well for these kind of people… The Good yes, with good hearts, but the rest… I doubt…

“Stupidity is the same as evil if you judge by the results.” Margaret Atwood

And I do believe she might be onto something there…

 

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