Army Service in India and Ceylon. North West Frontier. Punjab. Deolali. Gunner. Royal Artillery. Field. Coast. Mountain. 56 Heavy 7.2 How. Came home withdraw from India on the granting of Independence to India 1948. On S/S Ortranto. F8.port. Worked on Railway. Refineries. Docks. Ship Building. Atomic power Station Reactors. In addition, British Steel Llanwern.

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Painting In My Own Style Of Times Past.

Based on my own memories. Always had that desire to paint.

A self-taught artist.

In the category of painters dubbed naive and primitive.

I take no offence at this label.

Also engaged in making of welding sculpture.

I should have pursued this sculptural part of my oeuvre.

A limited Few Patrons Own my sculpture pieces.

MY taking up the tools of brush and paint-So late in life.

I was at that age when I no longer obtained any great pleasure from motor bikes. and the car. Also the one time pleasure of a Ski boat pulling me behind over rough water to speed on the back ache.

The Desires of I want. Became extinct in my mind.

My loved sports of drinking from a damp pint glass

My engagement in the active sports of water ski-in and sub aqua diving. With Galloping middle Age I sought other less demanding interests.

Moreover- with reflection. I suppose we all look to that vocation or craft or longing to create- Something we would have desired to have been able to achieve.

Priorities- The overriding factor becomes the need to work to and support ones family.

Which deprives many from doing what they would desire to do.

Talented or not- Money and a silver spoon do play its part in life. I was lucky. I did it my way.

I took a giant leap for mankind. I went back to a cave man primitive mentality The time past period of the time of the cave painting of the work at Altimira Spain executed by some primitive craftsman of long ago. Within the limits of poor painting tools and little knowledge of the craft of the arts. Poorly educated and forced by events of those times had to work at the early age of thirteen. I had little choice. Much later in life but to teach myself to paint.

I gave up the constant going on the puggled pani. Stayed within the confines of my home and became a recluse and frugal monk. Saving my pennies to buy brushes paint and canvas. Spent a period of time faltering and daubing paint about and in a bit of a labyrinth about art.

The chocolate box brigade of art Society Slick and how good I am- sometimes had an influence.

In some way of turning me away from that untutored innocence of the naive style of painting.

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It was fun-Interesting let it take me where it wanted to go-Like being in the innocence of ones childhood days.

Those childhood days times past

When the young with their first introduction to the learning process-Tactfully Grown elders would not ridicule the untrained child. The child's gallant effort of painting of big nose of daddy or a distorted body.

It was Relaxing by not being Shackled to the perfection disciplines of the trained artist.

I trust this period maybe I did produce something of value for posterity.

I regret I have lost that innocence that I once had. we move on in our lives learning and breaking new ground.

Sadly the leaning process destroys that naive innocence.