I am sorry to have to say this, but for anyone unaware Mike sadly passed away in Decmber of 2009. He will be sorely missed by us all, Martin (Stepson)
It is, I suppose, inevitable that my upbringing has had a profound effect upon what I am, and in turn how my approach to art has developed.
My early years were spent in the Valleys of South Wales - a schizophrenic environment when the landscape of miners' terraced houses clinging to the hillside segues seamlessly into crags and fern-garnished mountainsides, vigorous brooks and secluded woodland. Musicality, lyricism and a love of spoken language are all part of my Welsh heritage and I think they are all discernable in my written works. My father was killed in WW2 and my widowed mother married a man from Manchester in the north-west of England. To say this development was a culture-shock to me is an understatement - I hated my new home, and my new family. Wales was - and remains - the place I call home, though we only visited there each summer holiday every year until my mid-teens.
Apart from those early years and visits, a further two years living semi-rough on the resort coast of North Wales, three years at College in Chester, and a single year working in the Fenlands of East Anglia, I have lived and worked in Manchester. The earthy and grounded tones in my work are directly attributable to my childhood and adolescence in the back streets of this soot-stained, grimy industrial city. My passion - and my life's work - for the education of children with special educational needs arose purely by accident: during the summer of one of those years on the North Wales Coast I worked at a Holiday Camp., and was asked, as a favour, to be 'Uncle' and look after the guests' children, arranging activities etc. The problems of one or two children who simply didn't fit in affected me deeply, and pointed me in the direction of my future career.
If asked what my influences are I could be ridiculously trite and say 'life' and given that I've lived more than sixty reasonably eventful years, there'd be more than a modicum of truth in that. However, in terms of literary influences, here goes: I've always been a voracious and woefully indiscriminate reader, although until I was in my late teens my reading was almost exclusively non-fiction. I was a typical back-street philistine late-fifties teenager interested in birds, booze and Buddy Holly - in that order. It wasn't until I reached my late teens that I began to read anything of interest, but when I did I devoured everything - Satre, Camus, Kerouac, Dostoyevsky, and Nietzsche. Poets included the beat poets Ferlinghetti et al, Blake, Gerard Manley Hopkins, Baudelaire, Rilke, Lorca, Cummings and a selection of contemporary British poets, Dylan Thomas, T S Elliott, Christopher Logue, Ted Hughes and [ironically] Sylvia Plath. Of these, I think only G M Hopkins and Dylan Thomas had any stylistic impact on my work, and then not deliberately.
Until the age of 18 art was of minor importance only - I wrote the odd poem purely as an elaborate 'chat-up line' - but my main academic interest lay in science. It was assumed that I'd go to University and end up in medical research. However, a chance friendship with an art specialist changed all that. After a few visits to pubs I discovered that I was moderately skilled in sketching likenesses: this led to portraits with pastels and then oil-painting. I was hooked. My friend sent a folio of my work to an art college and I was offered a place, much to my mother's dismay and disgust, because I'd also been offered places at Oxford and at Aberystwyth Universities to read sciences.
The upshot was that, after a catastrophic row, I turned down all the offers, left home and for two years drifted aimlessly in North Wales hardly earning enough to feed and house myself let alone afford to buy art materials. The experience with children in the holiday camp seemed like the answer to my problem - I could have a 'proper job' and still have time to make pictures and write. I made my peace with my mother, did a year's unqualified teaching to be sure I'd made the right choice, and as a compromise accepted a Teacher Training Course specialising in Art and in Human & Social Biology. At college, I exhibited and sold my first pictures and also had some poems published in college magazines.
For ten years I combined committed teaching with a moderately successful period of art production. Headship, however, requires a great deal more involvement, and the amount of spare time for painting and writing diminished year by year, until by my mid-forties I was totally wrapped up in my work to the exclusion of every other interest. My son's suicide changed all that. Art provided an essential outlet for the mental devastation of this tragedy, and for the trauma of a distinctly nightmarish final year of teaching leading to premature retirement. I don't exaggerate when I say that Art - pictures and writing - and the opportunity to 'publish' online saved my sanity.
There has been more than one defining moment in my life:
a. my sudden switch to art, leaving home, and the final choice of teaching as a career
b. my marriage and horrific divorce after 15 years
c. my son's tragic suicide [aged 29]Â - my promise to him led to online publishing
d. my premature early retirement after gross mismanagement by my employers
I'm married for the second time and have a stepson and stepdaughter, in addition to my own two daughters - and 8 grandchildren [to date!]
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Comments (28)
koosievantutte
she's a lovely little girl. enjoy her stay, which you will when i read the story. as for the food: i'm a bread and cheeseman, so the recipe is wasted on me :-)
RodolfoCiminelli
Wonderful and very creative realization Mike....!!!
AusPoet
Jasmine is quite obviously, utterly charming and gorgeous and intoxicating for you, or I don't imagine that you would continue to play with her for all those hours, Bell's Palsy (balls! that sucks!), or not.
Thanks for sharing this very smiley snippet of your world with us, my friend. It was great fun to join in for a wee bit.
algra
Great, that Jasmine, letn't loose her the pleasure of playing, you never know how she grows out! Formal training often is funest, but nescessary to become better. (Fun about that Kentucky joke, never heard it before although also here we have that chain.) Thanks for the series of photos.
MaraP
Sweet collage!! Wonderful work!!
dhanco
What a gorgeous little girl she is, Mike and I can tell what a proud 'Gramps' you are. Thank you for sharing time spent with her. Enjoy, as I can tell you do, they grow up so fast. Also for the recipe, which I've saved. You look quite distinguished with your crooked face. :) Be well, my friend.
helanker
HAHAHAHA! How I recognize this "play" from my own gr.children. I am sure you are having a great time too. When I read the story I can tell you do. Jasmine looks like a wonderful little person, that you are very proud of and I say like dhanco. You look distinguished with your crooked face. Soon you will look like my brother again. Thank you for this wonderful and sweet peek into your life. And thanks for the exiting recipe.:)))
tizjezzme
Boy, your love for this little one sure shows here. What a beautiful little girl; lovely college, showing her so happy and playing, doing what she does best, I see :) I appreciate the recipe, too .. you've just inspired me to get off my duff and go down and cook something in the slow cooker. Ah, I will after a few more comments ;) lol have a good day.
42n8
Awww so sweet, what a wonderful POV and collage
lil_t
Jasmine is very beautiful Mike, I can tell by your words that you are very aware and proud too! Thanks for sharing a lovely collage, story and recipe!Have a wonderful weekend with the little ones, Gramps!
mansco
Thanks for your story.... Lovely and sweet collage ;O)
beachzz
Oh, how fun for both of you--her dear grampa just out there playing as though he was still about 4!! And, omg, I laughed out loud reading so much of this, you do that so often with your writing, tell a story and add these wonderful snippets of humor~~I love it!! And then, you throw in this recipe that has my mouth watering at 9am when I've not even finished my coffee, but who says breakfast has to be cereal or eggs????? My nephew eats whatever leftovers from dinner the night be fore for breakfast; my sister loves it; he keeps her fridge from getting overfull!!
Meisiekind
Oh Mike - what a beautiful collage and lovely narration. Jasmine is such a little princess. Have fun tonight - she sounds like a real handful!! Take care! Hugs, Carin xx
romanceworks
A grampa who plays the bad pirate and cooks and loves her to bits ... Sweet little Jasmine has hit the jackpot. They are such a joy. My granddaughter is 10 and writes me tiny story books full of wonderful words and pictures. I treasure every one. Also have a grandson 1 year old, another 6, and another 12. Really fascinating to watch them grow. CC
rocserum
I've a grandchild like Yasmine, and recognize how she behaves. Excellent collage and your explanation with it. RS
kansas
What a charming and sweet little girl. I'm sure she is the delight of your life. You look like a handsome pirate. Enjoy this child all you can because she will soon be grown.
leanndra
Mike, What a precious little doll Jasmine is! I am so glad you get the time to spend with her. This is really a lovely collage you have created! As for the pirate in the corner, I think he is more tender-hearted than piratical! ;) Granted, your face does look a little different from your avatar, but that is only temporary and we love you as you are, you have such beautiful insides! Lea
hipps13
Hi Mike So much sunshine and fun to read hope you have fun and have a great time wonderful capture warm hug, Linda
RobyHermida
Gorgeous ......... ROBY ;o)
MarciaGomes
MARAVILHOSAS FOTOS JASMINE É UMA MENINA ADORÁVEL,EU AMEI O SORISO DELA,VOCÊ ESTÁ PERFITO DE PIRATA.++++++++5 OBTRIGADO PELA RECEITA DEVE SER DELICIOSA.
novelist
Greetings, Jasmine! : ) Beautiful photos of a beautiful girl. Great introduction and even a recipe! Thanks!
tallpindo
I just got new pictures of my grandaughter. Because of my need to avoid any precept for revenge by their mother my son's have a distant relation with me and I only meet her when she comes to visit great grandfather. Then we have great times but always with her mom who is puzzled. I am the only grand father so I have a trick up my sleeve. Defense is that secret place where the robbers are chasing you and the cops are trying to expose you.
avalonfaayre
What a beautiful child. I agree with her. You make a rakish devil may care pirate! Thanks for the recipe. It looks delicious. What time is "tea"? Be right over...
busi2ness
I can see why Jasmine personifies "play"... I won't go into your success as a pirate, lol. I bet she stole your pirate heart.
auntietk
What a sweet child! My great-niece is 2-1/2, and is busy as a bee! I love your story, and the pictures are wonderful. Great presentation! I'll take some of your one-pot chicken without the sausage.
A_Sunbeam
A real charmer! Recipe noted and passed to Madam; she might try it out ...
amirapsp
FANTASTIC!!!
kelliandjay
Awww, this is so touching......I am imagining how your influences are coursing through her veins to eventually touch the world in as much as you have done. Wonderful Mike.