Every Sunday night, straight after baked dinner, the boys and grandpa Oliphant would head out into the shed for a few hours. There the old man would regale them with tales of his younger days, when he'd been the Captain of a the 'Mary Ellen', cruisng the North Atlantic in search of the famous cut throat Pirate, 'Yellow Beard.'.
Recently I was delighted to receive an award from the talented artist Susan Beth , something about being a bald faced Liar. :)
"Who me?". I asked silently. But I quickly realised that all artists are 'stretchers of the truth', that it is our job to help the viewer to suspend disbelief, and to let them enter the world that we have created, and perhaps even lose themselves in that world.
Hence Granda Peterson is a true "artist". (To be continued, where I will carry out my duties in passing on the baton)