Showing posts from May, 2018




As I have mentioned to you before, Keith often had visions during his dreams and meditations. He had one waking vision while visiting the desert in Sedona, Arizona, USA. As he walked through the desert of red clay he stooped to pick up a stone, thinking to take home a souvenir of his time there. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash and in astonishment he stood up. In front of him stood a Native American Indian high upon a horse. The man and horse were transparent and completely bathed in the colour red. Keith blinked but the vision did not go away. He backed away from the vision, leaving the stone, now forgotten, on the ground and the man and horse before him faded away. He had a friend with him who was walking several paces behind when this occurred. As they met up he explained what happened and they took a photo of this spot. Years later in the late 1990's he was in between paintings and asked me if I had any ideas for the next one. I reminded him of this remarkable occ…

The Royal Oak

Keith loved trees. When he was a boy he planted two sycamore leaves in his garden. Both grew into beautiful trees. At Christmas he refused to kill a live tree for us to decorate. No amount of pleading would change his mind. Even the very sensible argument that Christmas trees would not have been born without their uses in our society as decoration, therefore they would be serving their purpose, etc.  could budge him on this. Later I tried the environmental argument that fake trees were non-ecological and was told that we could decorate a fallen branch if I preferred! Trees were sacred living
beings and Keith painted them with reverence.

The Heart of the Royal Oak is my favourite painting of all. It was finished and signed on my 36th birthday. I told Keith of my love for it and he gifted it to me as a birthday present. I was over the moon, as you can imagine! Not ten minutes later a lovely young couple walked into Keith's studio over Lanhams and asked how much it was. Keith looked…