Churchill and the onslaught of short evenings.
No, not the title of a weird William Burrough’s poem, but rather let me begin with a quote –
“When I die and go to heaven, I want to spend the first million years painting–so I can get to the bottom of the subject.” (Winston Churchill)
Churchill seemingly was an avid painter. It quickly became a welcome resource for him, a brief respite in an otherwise tumultuous world. He needed art in his life, and admittedly copious amounts of cigars and good Scotch.
His arch nemesis Adolf Hitler was also a keen painter as a disgruntled young man before becoming the disgruntled adult that finally mutated in to what we all now remember him for.
I’m noticing a trend and no, I don’t feel the urge to go out and invade a small nation.
Instead we’ll just wonder as to what might have been if Hitler had just kept painting and be grateful that Churchill didn’t become too distracted by the lure of the brushes earlier in his life.
While wondering feel free to browse these. There’s a man with a bowler hat in there somewhere, and not a Tommy gun in sight.
July, are the evenings really drawing in? I refuse to believe it so.