sketching friend 1

The same week as we began living in St.Ives in 1989 a young man arrived in town following a music festival. I used to come across him around the town sketching or writing in a notebook. We made friends and I discovered he was sleeping in a redundant beach hut. For the next few months while he was in town we spent a part of every day together. I supplied him with art materials and food and he continued to draw and write and filled about a dozen sketchbooks which he left with me when he eventually departed. We maintained infrequent contact by post. Twelve years later I invited him to take part in nonconformist after which I paid him a visit, in London, and returned his sketchbooks to him.

sketching friend 2