At secondary school I was a prefect and at break times I could wander around the school's
long echoing corridors. When you’re a schoolboy you think teachers are all
friends but I overheard two separate conversations which counter this. I recall
the headmaster reprimanding the portly dishevelled French teacher (Mr Fernley):
"You need to smart yourself up and not look like you come to school from
an all-night drinking session.”
The other conversation was between two teachers
discussing God. One said God created humans in His image and the other said
this was nonsense and all the elements in the human bodies were made from stars
which passed through supernovas billions of years ago. I’m too dumb to know who
was right.
This second conversation about space compelled me
to do a quick pit-stop painting. Space is a dusty place with billions of tons
of particles swirling around. There’s comet dust, planetary dust, asteroid
dust, interstellar dust and dust from the Kuiper belt.
In colour it is a deep, muted, sapphire blue with a nautical undertone and about
100 tons of it land on planet Earth every day.
With half an hour to spare and a blank canvas to
ruin I paint some cosmic dust and zodiacal light. I didn't take any photos of
the progress - if you can call it that. You may like to buy it and pretend you
did it when you were four years old.