He would concentrate and corner himself in yet again . Given over to ferocious fits of bewildering anger-and-angst was his mainstream source of endless endeavour – to hold hope both gently and mentally hostage was to pull himself back from the unthinkable brink and one generous painting per opportune time .

A panic-stricken ‘dash’ with the delicately enthused delight … of someone else’s blessed face, which will ceaselessly caress the weight of his conscientious canvas .. built for both pleasure and pain !

None of this need be so very exceptional anymore – “just appearing to remain …pretty and painstakingly precious, pl=ease!”