Link to BBC Spotlight TV Clip

Here is the link to the TV clip which shows me for 1 second, doesn't mention my name, or that I'm the one who did the painting of the girl with the laptop under her arm. I'm the one who mentions David Beckham. 

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-cornwall-20903206

But, it's a nice clip nevertheless, and I share the spotlight with the wonderful Alison Bevan, director of Penlee House. I did not do the painting of her; that was done by Birmingham painter John Shakespeare, a fine artist passionate about representational painting.

Cheers,
Cameron  

Penlee Inspired

 

Hi there. A couple columns back I wrote about the Penlee Inspired exhibition in which I have a painting hanging next to a portrait by Elizabeth Forbes, which was the inspiration for my painting. My model, my landlady's daughter and sometime babysitter, and I were actually interviewed for local BBC tv. It was great fun. David George was the interviewer. I have not seen the clip on his show yet. We don't get tv yet. If you've seen it, let me know.
In any event, I have included the Forbes along with my own painting here, which is excruciating because I think the Forbes is so much better than my own. Nevertheless, I hope my own has some redeeming qualities, and that you enjoy looking at it for those few seconds that we look at paintings.
Cheers,
Cameron

Chapter Nine

People of Cornwall: hear me! Your home is beautiful!

Since my very first installment of this column in September, I have mentioned the beauty of Cornwall several times, albeit briefly. But let me now devote an entire column to praising the beauty of Penzance and its surroundings, particularly its skies.

First, in the four months that I have been in Penzance, I have seen more rainbows than I ever did in my forty-something years in the US. I have seen them over the stretches of farmland several times, and over St. Michael’s Mount, sometimes days in a row. On several of those occasions, my four year old daughter witnessed them with me. I was as excited as she was.

My other fetish is western Cornwall’s cloud activity. Heavenly. The variety of cloud shapes, sometimes all thrown together at once in the sky, I had always thought existed only in picture books. Even when those clouds block out the sun, their purpley-grey wooliness lends a kind of supernatural wonder to the equation, as though giant sheep were grazing upside down on the ceiling of the sky. But when the sun breaks through, that’s when the magic really happens. Occasionally riding an early train in the morning, I must first catch a pre-sunrise bus into Penzance from St. Buryan. Sitting on the top level of the bus not only offers the chance to look directly into the second storey windows of people’s homes, but it gives one a super-hedgerow vantage point to the sun along the horizon, as it cracks the sky open like a giant raw egg, splashing golds and pinks all over the place.

Maybe elsewhere I will make mention of Cornwall’s ostentatious starry night skies, which, without competition from big-city nocturnal lighting, can be glorious.

Have you written your New Year’s resolutions yet? No? Good! Here’s one you may want to put at the top of your list: less tv, more sky-watching. Happy New Year, Cornwall!

Chapter Eight.

I was warned: get to the school Christmas play early and grab a front seat.

Now to me, someone suffering from the kind of warped time sensitivity that only prolonged sleep deprivation can offer, getting to the play ten minutes before it would start seemed early enough. But to the parents who had occupied every single seat in the first few front rows, obviously long before I arrived, ten minutes beforehand was tantamount to “you may as well have come ten hours late because now you won’t get a seat where your child can see you from the stage and you obviously don’t love your child or you would have gotten here earlier.” This is the first play my daughter has been in (she is only four after all), so let’s chalk up my tardiness to inexperience.

What are the repercussions of not getting that front row seat? Well…if your child can not see you from the stage, he or she may not know you are in the audience. In fact, it is almost certain that he or she will believe you are not there. This is bad, you see, because then your child may do things like pick his or her nose and eat the product, right there in front of everyone. Again and again. Or, if the child sees you there, he or she may be less likely to ad lib his or her lines. I’m convinced my daughter did this. I did not check with her teachers afterward, but I doubt her lines truly were: “I have stage fright,” or “is my mommy here?” or “ Mommy are you there?” These last two really gutted me, because I was always sure my daughter would cry out for me and not for her mommy…excuse me…her mummy…if she were frightened. I guess there is a little vanity in every man.

And so, this was the beginning of our Christmas, our first in England.

Merry Christmas, Cornwall!