Punch

July 30, 2011

The first portrait I ever attempted was of an elderly local Tunbridge personality who lived in a small house without electricity or plumbing.  It was hung in the local pub, very close to where he sat every night.  Punch used to ride a very old push bike of unidentifiable colour around the town and I always thought about making a short film about him where each saw the other through our own eyes.  I imagined that the way he saw our lives, rushing here and there, always on the go, was with about  as much incomprehension as we viewed his life, languidly pedaling around our tiny town, every evening in the Community Club, returning home to a dinner his bachelor-brother “Smoko” had prepared on their old wood-fired stove.

portrait of Punch

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