The   choice   of   'artist'   as   a   vocation   was   something   that   happened   unwittingly.   I   was   nine   or   ten   years   old   at   the time.   Confined   to   bed   for   weeks   on   end   from   some   malady   long   forgotten,   I   started   to   draw,   continued   to   draw   for the   period   of   confinement.   And   that   love   of   drawing   has   continued   since   then,   drawing   by   now   an   integral   part   of my   art,   the   drawn   line   at   times   hidding   behind   the   painted   surface,   at   other   times   superimposed   above,   the   two   an integral part of the final composition.             Of   course,   the   idea   of   a   career   as   an   artist   is   not   something   that      a   nine   or   ten   year   old   child   could   think   up.   That happened later, at age eighteen. Leaving school with a mixed set of results giving no indication of a future career, my   parents   decided   that   my   career   would   be   in   finance.   I   had   a   'mathematical   mind'.   Then   followed   my   first   serious act of rebellion. I was an obedient child until then, most times happy to please, to 'fit in' as they say.    'No,' I replied, 'what I want to be is an 'artist' living in Paris'. Of course it was not to happen.     The   fact   that   I'd   failed   school   French   on   not   one   but   two   occasions   was   brought   up.   'How   would   I   survive   unable   to converse   with   people   ?'   Something   it   was   difficult   to   argue   against.   So   my   longed   for   career   as   an      ‘artist'   would   take some time to achieve, in the meantime would follow a subversive track.             At   age   twenty   one,   claiming   this   as   a   twenty   first   birthday   present,   I   studied   for   a   period   with   Peter   Lanyon,   an abstract   painter   in   St.   Ives.   St.   Ives,   Cornwall   was   at   the   time   the   centre   of   British   abstract   painting.   So   much   so   that a   couple   of   months   earlier   the   American   abstract   expressionist   Mark   Rothko   had   visited   the   place,   the   one   time   in that artist's life he had travelled outside the United States. Unfortunately for me we were not to meet.             Later,   many   years   later   working   in   Munich,   my   then   boss   gave   me   the   'nod   and   wink'   to   take   an   afternoon   off each   week,   to   work   with   a   group   of   'professional   artists'   in   the   'Akademie   der   Bilden   Kunst',   the   venue   where   the artists   who   became   the   'Blaue   Reiter'   group   first   met   with   the   abstract   painter   Kandinski   at   their   head.   And   so   it continued until I came  to France, exhibited my paintings for the first time and became a 'colourist'.  

“Romantic, day dreamer, artist”