Poem: ‘Private View’
Selima Hill, 20 August 1981
I am the wife of the man who won first prize. I am not wearing my new shoes which, though smarter, are not as comfortable as these. I must stand well. ‘He’s a very sensitive guy. I’d really like to meet him.’ ‘Yes, he’s obviously been through a lot ...’
Because the paint is spread so thick the paintings look like toast. Shoals of visitors move in and...