Daughters
Tracey, Sam and Benita at my last art exhibition (Journeys End) 1995
When I look back at myself as a young Father I think my own childhood wasn’t far enough away for me to be able to express to my children how much I loved them and how very proud I am of them all. I had so much to prove to myself, to be valued.
As an artist my work had to be of the highest standard, as a chess player I had to be master class. And although I achieved many goals and accolades along the way nothing compares to the love and pride I feel for my children. These days I very rarely paint or draw and have only played chess once in the past 25 years as a favour for a very special little friend in India.
Later in life I took up music and feel cool about that; it was never something that got in the way of me being a Father.
Tracey
Sam
Benita
1980 Ollerton
1980s Whitby
1987 Ollerton
1989 Turkey
1990 Tracey's 18th
1977 Tracey Gibraltar
2007 Tracey Newark
