Me: Laughing ‘And I’m no Coltrane either...but back to the other thing ….you’ve got me going on it now – and this story illustrates it perfectly....ready?....
Jake, the son of a friend, a very talented lad went to art school…great things were expected of him. He did his four years at Art College and went out into the world.
A year or two later, after he’d been working at all sorts of jobs, we met up and had a few drinks, talked about everything, including the arts in general and I asked him did paint anymore, or do any kind of ‘Art’ stuff?.
He said – no, he’d given it all up because he discovered he didn’t really have anything to say. Now I’d say that was a fantastic bit of self discovery – don’t you Doc? and I told him so, adding that I hoped he’d have a great life...’ Laughs.
Doc Franklyn: ‘No doubt about it, and very wise of him, the examined life and all that….What happened to him?’
Me: I haven’t seen him for about fifteen years, but - he moved to Amsterdam - was living with a great girl and they started designing and making simple costume jewellery.
Stuff that cost pence to make up with a pair of pliers, some wire and coloured glass beads. Within a year they were selling on the internet, and making contacts, they invested in some fancy wire bending jigs and machines and before they knew it they were selling in bulk to costume jewellery outlets… made a fortune… still are I guess.
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