Inspiration
This letter is not actually anything to do with painting, but as it happened outside the National Portrait Gallery, I thought it worth mentioning.
I’m 72 years old and have spent past years indulging in painting, photography and cartooning. A few weeks ago I was approaching the NPG, heading towards Trafalgar Square, when I spotted a rather grubby old down and out sitting on the ground, surrounded by all his equally grubby bags and his dog. As I got close, the dog turned around, looked lovingly at him and he responded by giving the dog a long affectionate kiss on his head. This simple act melted me completely and I nearly wept. I fumbled in my pocket for a pound, and dropped it into his cup, which he greatly appreciated.