I’M PHILIP SURRY AND I PAINT FROM THE HEART

It begins with silent meditation, the journey begins….

Music blaring in my ears, I move, dancing barefoot, paint flying everywhere.

It’s primal, it’s energy, I sing, I chant, the brush moves of its own will, the canvas ignites.

I am at one with the process, taken entirely by its power, a thunder and crescendo of passion, my work is done.

“OH GOD... HE’S BEEN PAINTING AGAIN”

I come to, and I emerge from my Man Shed… covered in paint, a bald middle-aged man with dodgy knees, covered head to toe in paint, headphones still blaring, glazed eyes, craving a bloody steak dinner, the neanderthal man. Often I let out a roar. My two children Ava and Alfie stare open-mouthed at their mad old Dad, and shake their heads…

“Oh God… He’s been painting again.”

It’s time to light a fire and cook dinner, to be together as a family, to laugh at how I ended up with paint up my nose (again). I am a lucky Dad, Artist, and Man - Truly.

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