There are none of the boysy, ingratiating winks and cheesy thumbs-up of yesteryear. We're still looking at the painting of Linda. I haven't done many later paintings. They're just of turmoil. That's the trouble.
People say time is a healer, and time heals by erasing.
That is a sad fact. I love my mum, but I'm not so sure I've got a very clear picture of her face in my mind. I'm not saying I could ever forget my mum or my dad or Linda or John. When she died all of us in the family expected her to walk in the door, and we don't now. He says he feels bad about the fact that it becomes more difficult to conjure up her face.