I’ve mentioned before that I was brought up in a pretty alternative area; although my parents were not actual hippies, we were very much in the middle of an alternative lifestyle, arty, left wing and free thinking community. I loved where I grew up; I have a half formed plan to retire to a little house in the bush up there.
Anyway, I found this you-tube clip the other day which took me straight back to my childhood. This was the gallery where my mother worked, and Gary Greenwood taught my Dad how to use leather to create art. I haven’t stepped foot in this place for 30 years, yet I can still smell the studio, and the sea grass matting on the floors, and remember the echoing sound of walking up those huge stairs. I still occasionally see some of the artists that my family were friends with in those days. My family life is so different from that of my parents in the 70s. I think I miss it, in a lot of ways.
Anyway, maybe I’m imagining things but looking at some of those sculptures I think I know why I wasn’t particularly thrown when we finally got around to studying human biology at school..