Veronica was a remakable and kind soul. She was very supportive to me a a young artist in the nineties. The first time I met her she and Bib insisted on taking me back to Hay Barn and feeding me. Baked eggs, brown trout from their stream, and green beans grown in their garden.
November 28, 2025 at 9:47 AM
Veronica was a remakable and kind soul. She was very supportive to me a a young artist in the nineties. The first time I met her she and Bib insisted on taking me back to Hay Barn and feeding me. Baked eggs, brown trout from their stream, and green beans grown in their garden.
I have a Canadian friend who does this and every year I have to remind her that as she lives 250 miles south of me, she's a soft southerner who doesn't know what she's talking about 😁
November 20, 2025 at 8:38 AM
I have a Canadian friend who does this and every year I have to remind her that as she lives 250 miles south of me, she's a soft southerner who doesn't know what she's talking about 😁
I only ever met Bowery once. It was in ‘87 or ‘88. My cousin was on the door at Heaven. Bit of an eye opener for a graduate of a provincial art college who lived in the West of England. Bowery was utterly charming and interested.
November 17, 2025 at 3:56 PM
I only ever met Bowery once. It was in ‘87 or ‘88. My cousin was on the door at Heaven. Bit of an eye opener for a graduate of a provincial art college who lived in the West of England. Bowery was utterly charming and interested.