Sunday, 20 June 2010
Drowning Boys (oils on paper)
When I was a nipper we used to go on trips with the local play group to Scarborough. I remember the sea wall appearing absolutely massive. A couple of shirtless youths hopped over the wall straight into the choppy swell below and all I glimpsed of them after that was their huge panicky eyes and unusually vibrant hair! I'm not sure what happened to those boys, maybe the great whites got them..