MARK WYNN

​ This is Henry. I painted him in the garage that Victoria calls a shed. I put the acrylic paper pad upon the step ladder and set to work. Henry is a chap I read a lot of on trains and buses when I was pretending to be a wild and roving chap like I had read about in the books and magazines when I was 24. Some of it was about shagging and quite embarrassing to read on public transport, but the bits that were about acceptance, becoming and being an artist were right up my rhododendrons.  I’ve tried reading him now, mainly the bits I underlined in the books that survived all the back and forths on public transport, and some of it is appealing and some not so much - similar to how it was then. But it was the idea of him and the approach that was most appealing. The licence to just call yourself an artist or writer or whatever, and make your books and paintings and songs, and to hell with anyone else. This was Henry Miller to me, which, as previously stated, is a little embarrassing wha...

I have been writing things and I have started painting things. I appear also to have started laying some boogie things.  Which, I think means that I am writing, painting and playing music, and that I am going to send them to the screen. Mainly I have been writing for years, but that has took donkeys, resulting in one release in ages called 'A Walk to New Earswick'. More of an expedition really. As previously stated, it took donkeys. But I will be sending another one to the screen. This is called 'The Boyes and The Boogie'. And I have actually started painting, so, if I can bring myself to put my email back on my phone, I will be taking pictures of them and sending them here. Finally, the boogie. I am writing some things down in a notebook and will record them in some way with Sam, because it is good to boogie rough, and because there must be laughter add the peculiar parts, and so on...