I'm a collector who half way through life found out I could paint. I collected instinctively what I was attracted to ...Nigerian Ife primitive paintings – the hungrier the artist the better the work; Vietnamese masters painted on bag paper with holes in it; extraordinary abstracts from an Italian women in Piazza Navona desperate to sell works to fund her ticket to Spain for her next show – I had $300 in my pocket and pocketed four, later to be valued at $2,000 each in New York; a talented Colombian working in upstate New York who preferred to be a horse breeder, and gave his dealer two paintings a year. I have rarely sold anything from my collection - that's testimony to absolute certainty about what attracts me to art.
I also slowly understood that I carried colour in my head. It took me many years before I could make a connection between that and being a colourist.
Paul Klee, during his Tunisian journey in the early 1900s exclaimed triumphantly “Colour and I are one”. Indeed on meeting Klee in art books, and later at the Klee Museum, I realized I had found a true soul mate.