My mother was a friend of Augustus John, a long-time member of the Chelsea Arts Club, and somehow I believed that one had to wear old corduroy jackets smeared with oil paint to qualify for membership. That’s until a friend suggested I become a member after she saw some of my photographs. Sure enough, I had no difficulty in finding proposer and seconder, and two years after becoming a member in 2016 I was offered a show in the Billards Room.
The diversity of wall space available in that large room allowed me to hang a large number of photographs in various formats and in a much cosier environment than in any commercial gallery. Thanks to the intense social life of club members and their guests, my artwork had great exposure and the show was a tremendous success. And, thanks to my friends in the club, I was given an exciting new perspective on my work.
