Sunday, 6 July 2008

Mrs Samson, Whitstable

Two years ago after a storm had swept my craft and rendered my vessel useless off the coast of Whitstable, and after having lost almost everything, save the will to live, I managed to reach the shores of this beautiful town. I was utterly lost until I was found wandering aimlessly by Mrs Samson. She took me in and got me to her doctor and followed his instructions. She mended my soul and cured my wounds and offered me shelter. To her I owe my sanity, however precarious or flimsy. This portrait is nothing but a token of admiration for someone who was generous to show me the light when I had lost my marbles inside a very scary tunnel.

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