Today, my picture isn’t my painting. It’s a treasured possession, painted by a talented artist friend. Sadly, he died far too early, and his art may already be forgotten in his native Denmark. I want to pay homage to a friend, and an inspiration. A generous person, who lost his life, teaching recovering narcomaniacs to work with colours and fabric. In a shop set up by the GP, who treated my friend’s students and co-workers, Steen contracted the illness that eventually killed him.
© HMH, 2020