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 dateA leaving gift from our Bodrum
landlady who embroidered it
herself, stitching the fabric to the
page of an old Turkish newspaperNo idea how I acquired this but I think
its a piece of fancy wallpaperOriginal oil paintings picked up in a
shop on MykonosPhotos of ‘proper art’ – massive
metallic installations created by an
old friend of Liam’sDouble exposure – Liam and the Alps The first print I ever bought, picked
up in an art shop in Covent GardenA gift from a friend who knows us only
too well!One the posters featuring my book
created for a Norwich Art ExhibitionA Chinese silk Liam picked up in
Hong KongA 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 ParfittA gift from a waitress at the Eleonas Country Village
in Crete, the venue for our second honeymoonA leaving gift for Liam The first thing Liam bought for me while
we were on a date in BrightonA photo of an original painting by
author Iona Jenkins used as a cover
for one of her booksElton John Commemorative
stamps from the Royal Mail. I have
all these albums