Once I went on a trip to Paris with
my mum and we stayed in a hotel in the Longchamp district (near the big
racecourse.) Though the high balconies
afforded a broad panorama of the Paris skyline the hotel was in a rough area
and generally tired (black stickers on the pool table surface, no tips on the
cue, a smelly carpet in the lifts, dead flowers in vases and lacklustre
breakfasts.) I went for walks in the evenings but felt uncomfortable. The prostitutes
were friendly and always waved at passing coaches. Also the water quality must
have been poor as people seem to take trollies into the supermarkets and buy
many litres of bottled waters.
The hotel security was lax. Even in the evenings it seems anyone could
drift in off the street and go up in the lifts. Me and
my mum were in single rooms on the fourth floor. One night I was in bed asleep
when the door opened suddenly. I sat upright immediately. With appalling
eyesight I reached for my glasses (without them I can’t even work out if a
person 10- feet away is funnel or tunnel (male or female.)) Was I dreaming? Was
there I fire? I managed an enquiring “Hello!?” but the mystery legs I saw in
the semi-darkness turned and left immediately, the owner of them probably as
startled as I was.
With adrenaline
surging through me I could not sleep for a couple of hours and lay there
listening to my heart trying to hammer itself free of my rib cage. Who was the
man - did he work there? Was he a burglar with a pass key? Did he go along to
the next room where my mum was sleeping - pooh! I leapt out of bed, pulled on
trousers and looked down the corridor but it was quiet and empty. I waited a while
just in case the night visitor reappeared but…..nothing. The next morning I can
remember a dull ache in my heart; it hurt a bit. I’m sure that night visitor axed
a week off the end of my life.
So here is an
unusual painting on a small canvas. Hotels seem to keep lights on in communal
area so I can remember the light cast onto the carpet from the corridor. There
wasn’t a brass bed in the room but I’ve shown one here (I’ve got some brass
paint and need to use it up.)
In one hotel I
was lucky enough to get a four-poster waterbed but it was wasted on me as I
rarely sleep well when away from home. For some reason I sleep well when the
bed is in the corner of the room and I’ve pushed many hotels beds across rooms
over the years.