Visiting Artists

Art students - John Jones and dad

As children we would visit artists and artists would visit us; it was part of the ebb and flow of our lives. They rarely said they were artists because they mostly came as mothers and fathers and we played with their children. We weren't encouraged to be the children of artists; we conspired, played and fought and created next to nothing. As a bunch of adults they talked art and creating things and how to make money; as mothers and fathers they were judged on the warmth of their hellos and the sadness of their goodbyes. Yet something always rubbed off, a feeling that being an artist was a bit mysterious and being children of artists a bit of a mystery.

Nibs and dad