Difficult pleasure - the beginning of yourself

"that heralds the beginning of yourself"

In the 80s, when I had delusions of grandeur about being an artist, which funnily enough is what I do now but without any grandeur at all, I lived across the road from an Australian artist called Brett Whiteley. He was incredibly tolerant of my annoying pestering for advice and critiquing and was actually very kind about my art. The studio is still there and my cousin kindly took my daughter and I there a couple of years back and we got to wander around inside, even though Brett died a few years after I left Sydney.

Although those years were very dangerous times for me, luckily I emerged alive and wiser.

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