My parents' cat Bridget vanished. As the weeks dragged on they became ever more worried, so to distract himself my dad began to paint Bridget's adventures, imagining her travelling through time and popping up at some of art & music's most important moments.
I've collected his work here...
Imagine, you might have seen her on your way to the Rock Garden to see Talking Heads' first UK show.
Imagine, you might have seen her on your way to the Rock Garden to see Talking Heads' first UK show.
Imagine, you might have seen her on your way to the Rock Garden to see Talking Heads' first UK show.
'So you want me to carry Patrick Magee, who weighs 17Olbs, plus the wheelchair, another 30lbs, so 200lbs, down the stairs & then do a dialogue scene?'
'Yeah, you can do it.'
'I know but your name isn't One Take Kubrick, is it?'
'So you want me to carry Patrick Magee, who weighs 17Olbs, plus the wheelchair, another 30lbs, so 200lbs, down the stairs & then do a dialogue scene?'
'Yeah, you can do it.'
'I know but your name isn't One Take Kubrick, is it?'
These things shouldn't be on there anyway.
These things shouldn't be on there anyway.
Game on.
Game on.