It really doesn't seem that long ago when I was this fresh-faced, idealistic, and ambitious, young Art Student. I must have been 21 when the photo was taken, and at that age the world certainly was my oyster.
My life was all planned. A degree in Painting, a couple of years at The Royal College, then a big successful show at Kasmin's. My future was like a beckoning road, and I was ready to walk straight ahead and grasp everything that it offered.
So, what went wrong? Well I got my good degree, and Prof' Carel Weight provisionally offered me that place at the RCA (which I declined). But life suddenly gangs up on you, and it occasionally chucks the unexpected from the side-lines, such as beautiful women, babies, and having to earn enough cash to survive.
So, I guess I'll have to accept that life's what I made of it. No good looking back and regretting the missed opportunities.
In many ways we're all very similar; we trundle along doing our best, just hoping that when we eventually expire, the world will be no worse a place for our having passed by; maybe, on occasions, even a tad better.
On the inside, I'm still that same fresh-faced optimist in the photo above, and who knows, perhaps I'll wake-up one day and be 21 again. And knowing me, I'd probably make all those same stupid life decisions all over again.