I don’t know the first thing about art. Like beauty, it’s all in the eye of the beholder. I do know a lot of old twaddle is said and written on the subject. The stuff we have hanging on our walls is there because of the stories and meanings behind the images – the emotional and sentimental value rather than the worth artistically or financially. And we certainly have nothing to declare for insurance purposes. Here’s a sample…
A Green Man fit for a country cottage
The lady of the house always takes pride
of place wherever we are and has done
so eight times to date
A leaving gift from our Bodrum
landlady who embroidered it
herself, stitching the fabric to the
page of an old Turkish newspaper
No idea how I acquired this but I think
its a piece of fancy wallpaper
Original oil paintings picked up in a
shop on Mykonos
Photos of ‘proper art’ – massive
metallic installations created by an
old friend of Liam’s
Double exposure – Liam and the Alps
The first print I ever bought, picked
up in an art shop in Covent Garden
A gift from a friend who knows us only
too well!
One the posters featuring my book
created for a Norwich Art Exhibition
A Chinese silk Liam picked up in
Hong Kong
A birthday gift from a Bodrum Belle
John Garner
(1967-2003)
Liam wanted ducks so Liam got ducks
An original watercolour of Norfolk
beach huts by Jenny Parfitt
A gift from a waitress at the Eleonas Country Village
in Crete, the venue for our second honeymoon
A leaving gift for Liam
The first thing Liam bought for me while
we were on a date in Brighton
A photo of an original painting by
author Iona Jenkins used as a cover
for one of her books
Elton John Commemorative
stamps from the Royal Mail. I have
all these albums
