Sunday, 12 November 2017

Remembering Hans ...



The studio would smell of turpentine and African tobacco

Hans would smile his wise mischief making smile - 

He'd tell me about the Opel town - 

His father had worked in the vast factory - 

There he was, his father, wearing an Indian headdress, riding his bicycle - 

That was how I saw him said Hans - Apollo - that was how I painted him -

The magic house was filled with wonder - 

Each painting made me aware of the beautiful mystery of the world - 


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Sunday 12 November 2017

The Old School
East Stoke
Dorset








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