But back in, let's say for argument, 2013 I popped out at lunchtime to buy a prawn sandwich at the Coop and came back via the RSPCA shop in Totnes with this. A fiver jolly well spent. Mr Metrosexual was scathing. 'What the f****ck!' My psychologist friend, Dr Betty, was rather more diplomatic. 'Isn't it so lovely that we all have such different tastes?' she announced. So what drew me to it? Well, I think it was the weird baobab trees, its retro feel and the colour palette. Call me shallow but I thought that it would look good in my bedroom.
It hangs to the left of my bed. Occasionally I have a good giggle at the bloke who manages to hold, one handed, that fishing rod that's thicker and longer than his own arms. None of that 'Old Man and the Sea' struggle here. Just look at how nonchalantly he's bringing in that huge catch. What super powers does he have?
Lately there has been no time to stop and stare at my pictures. They've melded into the background ... and the detritus of life has taken precedence. But now, I've seen this painting with new eyes. My friend Corn Pipe is mesmerized. He's stared at it for hours. More expletives but this time transfixed with jaw-dropped starry eyed wonder, and not abject disgust at the poor artistry.
At first sight Corn Pipe reckoned that this looks like the visual equivalent of muzak ... but, he says, not when you take a closer look. [Struggle for laptop ensues] "What the hell is happening? What was this artist on?" I mean, where's the perspective ... and, indeed, the horizon? And why the brazen mismatch between the land and the reflections in the water. Also, just look at that boat!! What's this dark thingy with the white stuff all around in front of the central hut? And, of course, who could miss, for long at least, that creepy gangly man at the top. I mean, what's he got between his legs? And what's with the axe on that spectral psycho's shoulder?
Some parts of this post may have been hijacked by Corn Pipe. He's rather more prone to flowery language than me. But his enthusiasm and laughter has been infectious. What do you think? Inspired genius or a hilariously complex amateur accident?