A sad and nostalgic glimpse of the past.

Today, for some strange reason, I had an urge to look at a home I once knew very well. It was a very comfortable home, not large but really quite beautiful. The family who owned it I shall always love. They were such good, generous and open people.

As many of you know, my life has allowed me to be surrounded by some truly wonderful objects and those paintings I remembered that "lived" in this home still resonate with me. I can remember them as though it was yesterday, not many decades ago.

The artworks, sadly would now be worth a fraction of their value at the time they were purchased, such is the legacy of trends and fashions: often quality is simply disregarded. Yet these were all wonderful works and if I had the chance to purchase them today, I most likely would, not only for nostalgic reasons but also because they are all consistently the finest works I have seen by each of the artists represented in this collection.

It was this collection that was the impetus of my building my career in Fine Art.

So why am I writing this?

The fact is that when I gazed upon the interior of this home today, all I saw saddened me. The walls were bare. It was just a house. It was no longer the home I remembered. The house was empty. The family who once lived here and whom I still remember so fondly and love have gone, their mark on the house, their history in the house was absent.

The artwork long removed.

It had no joy......no heart.

So please, be aware of the joy surrounding you today. It may not be there tomorrow.