John the Native
Went to a contemporary gallery today which means none of the artists are dead. Also my professor, Ken Shipley, has a few pieces in one of the galleries here, so we saw those also. We saw a few of Ruthann Tudball’s work, one of Leach’s grandsons, and a few other artists. Afterward, I was going to go for a walk when I ran into Tina, from APSU, and Sara, from Louisville, KY. Neither had any specific plans, and I was going just to draw/sketch for a little while so we decided to travel to the Hampstead Heath, a very large park on our side of London with a hill which overlooks the city, Parliament Hill. Well, during the bus ride a rather old, poor, ratty looking man gets on the bus, and Sara begins to talk with him. After a moment he invites us to Primrose Hill, another gorgeous spot that also overlooks the entire city. Although I was a little hesitant I could tell that the man was very well educated, nice and I wanted to go to Primrose Hill before I left anyway. So we did. And we kept this eighty-something yr old man ‘John’ company for the rest of the evening, or should I say he kept us company. We talked about politics, philosophy, Marx, London’s history, ‘Black Adder’, Monty Python, and a variety of other extremely entertaining subjects. It was an evening of delight with a ‘Native’ of London.