Art Doesn’t End at Eighty

Winnie and I dropped in to see Colin Bygrave late one Open Studio day. He took us out to a small square building at the bottom of his cottage garden. Inside the walls were crazy paved with his atmospheric etchings of English lanes, oriental looking trees and rain filled mud tracks. A table was heaped with books, enthusiastically filled for decades with sketches of everything he sees. Retirement from teaching has freed Colin to skilfully chase hares of his choosing, namely etchings, oils and watercolours. He chatted with us unhurriedly, explaining different processes and conveying the gripping thrill of peeling back the paper to see the print for the very first time. He is a gallant, fascinating, modest, gentle man. At a print fair or gallery (maybe) near you.

Mr. Bygrave is probably nowhere near 80, but I put 80 because grandparently types always say to me “How old do you think I am?” and I think/say “67” and they say “No, 104”.


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