The ghost of Jim Morrison, originally published December 1986

You know how it is: On a Saturday night in Paris with the rain turning to sleet on the streets outside and inside the cafe it’s dark and warm. The windows are veiled with humidity and smoke curls across the bar. There is a lull in the conversation and behind you the door closes and a figure flits down the street, into the night. “There he goes”, somebody mutters. You turn but the ghost is already gone although the tingle down the spine remains. Continue reading “Break on Through… Jim Morrison Revisited”

“The proof is in the painting” May 1986

As an artist, a painter, who, more or less, scratched out a living over twenty tough years, rearing four children, I’m often asked:  «How can an artist make ‛it’?». The question is usually presented by young artists with yearnings, or by concerned parents of yearning young artists. I invariably answer with a question, What do you mean by it’». Continue reading “William Wharton on the art of “Making it””