Love At First Sight

This is the only painting I own, and was until yesterday, the only picture - of any kind – that hung on my wall. It was a present from an auctioneer (who for obvious reasons, couldn’t sell it). Of its providence I know nothing, but it was Love at first sight.

I had to have her. I’d got it into my head that her face had escaped – burst out of the canvas and was out there somewhere masking the face of another woman – a real woman, but a false one at the same time – and all I had to do was find her. And I’d know her when I saw her, the hole in my life… she was my wife before I met her.

To be continued...