The thatch-roofed cottages of rural England have charmed and intrigued me; the splendid manor houses scattered throughout the countryside have tantalized me with their taste of noble living. But I have never before painted the great English metropolis, the bustling, light filled jewel of nostalgia and history that is London.
Londonis the rarest of contemporary cities - at once rich with picturesque landmarks and invigorated by modern energies. I set up my easel at just this spot to capture its two faces. I painted within the shadows of Westminster Bridge, ancient and massive, while a regal sunset illuminated the reflections of the House of Parliament and the Tower of Big Ben in the silvery water of the Thames.
A stately old tug boat passed by as I painted and I decided to include it in myLondon. I had some fun with the river, hiding the periscope of a vintage submarine in its depths - perhaps an outgrowth of my recent readings regarding London's participation as our ally during the war my father fought in - World War II. And does that bottle bobbing under the bridge hold a love letter to my wife Nanette, or is it instead a love letter to this glorious city?