Once I was
sat in my car in a supermarket car park with the engine turned off. A middle-aged,
plump, soft-faced woman tapped on the window and said something. I didn't catch
her words and when she remained there I put the window down. She said, "
You look so down I thought I'd check you're okay." I was probably
listening to a bit of mournful classical music or concentrating on a radio
Others have mentioned my face in repose has a crestfallen
air. Perhaps it's because I'm serious, fed up with fripperies and bored by most
of life. Perhaps there's something in it as I remember meeting a man who had
been getting my newsletters for years saying there was "a melancholy
thread" through them.
I never forgot "a melancholy thread"
and with a few minutes to spare I thought I'd wreck a canvas with some abstract
art. This was done with speed, acrylic paint, a knife and a deft touch. I
smeared on the general shape of a man's head in one stroke and decided to pull
away. Can you make out the silhouette of his head - surely he has a melancholy
air about him?