This Is my 1st painting in 1993 that I painted without any previous knowledge or love of art.
Vincent in The Straw Hat.
I sold it in just eight minutes for £180.00, a weeks wage back then.
I felt Vincents spirit touch my hand, as I still feel it touch my hand to this day in 2008.
Vincent is my guide, my friend.
Thank you Vincent for being in my mind.
Some of the my works featured here on art review, where I have felt Vincent guide my hand, a few have not survived, but the ones that have are here.
Can you tell which ones they are?
To Vincent, My Friend.
In the summer of 1993, Vincent you came to me.
You touched my hand and linked our souls.
Why me? Why me?
You’re energy ignited me, touched my inner light.
You guide me through my darkest night.
No one understands ‘us’, they think they do, no one can feel or think the way that ‘WE’ do.
I hear your voice, I feel your hands, and you show me your light and how to stand.
You guide my hands, you guide my paint, you tell me clearly, so very dearly.
How can ‘WE’ make them understand, the beautiful way you touch my hand?
I have a gift, thanks to you, it has helped me through.
My hands paint fast, it is so clear; I listen when you are so near.
I feel your touch, I feel your pain, I feel the sorrow-without your gain.
The World watches you, hypes you up.
“What a joke” I hear you say.
You are a Master of Art, You knew it then, what is wrong with the mad men?
You were not crazy back then, just an artist with a voice, no one listened back then.
“So hear this” I hear you say, “Now look at me now I’m away, watch me smile and laugh out loud, as I watch YOU all bid away”.
“What fool’s you are and Mad Men be- to give your wealth away in glee”.
As I come back and help dear Dawn on this Great October Morn.
We both laugh out loud and work on our art that found us both from the start.
We use the channels to portray our energy thought, our magnetic moments.
So now what will be the out come of this?
Who cares, we have our dreams our Spirits alive.
Watch and wonder how Dear Dawn breaks on this October Morn.
Watch her paint with peace and light, her brush strokes shine in tune with her mind.
Bid away you mad men are, as ‘WE’ watch away with glee.
So who is mad in the end, not ‘WE’, we have to go quietly on.
Now let me pass you to My Dear Dawn as she shows you all the way to go, Listen with your eye, the eye so pure.
You will learn the upper score.
Bow your heads in shame, to ‘US’ it is all the same.
Dawn and Vincent.
26th October 2008