"Remember that I am an Englishman, and have consequently won first prize in the lottery of life.".. ALFRED DANIEL WINTLE , (30 September 1897 – 11 May 1966)

Britain needs a Lee Kuan Yew... “Perhaps the most impressive sight I came upon was when I emerged from the tube station at Piccadilly Circus. I found a little table with a pile of newspapers and a box of coins and notes with nobody in attendance. You take your newspaper, toss in your coin or put in your 10-shilling note and take your change. I took a deep breath - this was a truly civilised people.” Speech Imperial College London Wednesday 23 October 2002

Peace is On the Menu We are not black or white Racism is a poisoned soup Ethnicity fascinates me. My oil painting. The Chef Leeds exhibited at the Royal Portrait Society Mall Galleries London 1988

My oil painting just listed of Dame Catherine Cookson, Novelist, Benefactor of St Hilda's College St Hilda's College, University of Oxford painted some 30 years ago. My 6th painting listed in Art UK the UK's public art collections. I had no idea this had been acquired nor in the possession of the college. In those days I received portrait commissions and sold works for several thousand pounds. I became Catherine's friend and confidant she was ill bedridden and would phone me to read her short stories asking for my comment. Here I was advising encouraging a popular writer a millionairess. Today I find little reason to continue painting other than to stay active. So I go on choosing to paint from life when I can believing the human hand and eye far surpass AI or photography in expressing reality life itself.

The true artist grows older without surrendering the inward country of childhood. I started a school and taught refugees ...all subjects english the democratic process including art, they made cloth toys necklaces of beads ... The Refugee . Oil on paper private collection

Henry David Thoreau "If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer." Madagascar at night in the forest I heard the funeral drums...they had dug pits to fit the longest ...as a guest I had to speak about life of the village headman who had passed away... watercolour on paper private collection

"Happy are they who live in the dream of their own existence; to whom the guiding star of their youth still shines from afar, and into whom the spirit of the world has not entered. They have not been hurt by the archers, nor has the iron entered their soul. The world has no hand on them." William Hazlitt (1778–1830), essayist and critic; friend to Coleridge, Wordsworth, and Keats.

They do that for themselves ...

The Burman. By She Yoe. I knew him well Shway Yoe, his description of Burma it's people and customs gave intricate details that underpinned my mothers stories and my own adventures there. The Nat Pwe spirit festivals , the puppet makers and performers all mixed under a lacquered umbrella of Buddhism. A great teak ark my family and other animals. The Burman: His Life and Notions (1882) is a comprehensive, classic account of Burmese people, culture, and customs written by the Scottish journalist and British colonial administrator Sir James George Scott (1851–1935) under the pseudonym Shway Yoe. "Golden Honest" or "Golden Simple."

She did not want to be left out. I encouraged a blind girl to draw. Taking her arm I moved her in rhythmical circles until she did this herself from elbow to shoulder with much vigour and pleasure making large circles upon the paper. Hle Bee Burmese workers migrant school Thailand