For A Knave
A new painting, as hinted at here, but finally completed last Saturday morning. Where I grew up in south Leeds, Kes – the book and the film – was a holy artefact. Even kids who hated school had read it, and whenever it was on telly we all stayed in to watch it. We saw our lives reflected back at us, and in Billy Casper we recognised ourselves and what fate had in store for us. This painting has been stuck inside me for about 35 years, patiently waiting for the day when I could do it justice. With its completion I feel something important has happened and I have gained a renewed sense of purpose with my work. The jesses are off, Kes flies on.