My mother bought me a piano when I was about three years of age. She told me in later years that all she ever wanted from me was to learn the piano. I started piano lessons when I was about seven.
I had a great problem though my fingers were short and stubby and I couldn't stretch to an octave. I neither had any sense of time or rhythm.
My mother took me to Church Street nearby, for my first piano lesson. Mrs Milliner the music teacher was a large and lovely lady.
My mother intimated to Mrs Milliner that she was expecting me to emerge from my lessons as a second Franz Lizt, a wonderful pianist and composer.
The music teacher soon found out that I was a hopeless pupil and we struggled on suffering each other.
One day though when she went off to make a cup of tea or to visit the loo, I moved the mantelpiece clock hand forward by fifteen minutes. The next week I would only advance it ten minutes. Oddly enough she complained on occasions that her clock was not keeping the best time.
We always parted good friends. Both of us were always relieved to see the end of the lesson.
I found this black Swastika vandalised piano in a valleys chapel that still had a congregation.
The chapel deacon allowed me to photograph it.
We opened the lid and turned it across the light from a doorway and I made the picture which for exhibition I set to a poem by D. H. Lawrence called 'PIANO'
This picture holds many memories for me.