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Extracts from the Journals of John F. B. Miles

1982 - 1989

On the path to being reborn again as an artist

Posted by Robert Beer on 7/29/2010 10:56:09 PM
Tonight I went to the Greek Taverna with Madame Rosina (the clairvoyant) for a special Greek night. I drank a small bottle of whisky to prime myself before leaving, and Madame Rosina and I consumed a vast amount of wine and she became drunk. The belly dancer 'Zelda' was very good indeed. She danced well and was very sexy. She invited numerous men to dance with her, but all declined. I felt very sorry for her and stepped out and performed. She removed my pipe and top and put a (read more)

Saturday 21st May 1983

Posted by Robert Beer on 7/29/2010 10:56:33 PM
Woke with a shock. Exhausted - heavy sleep, then: I am Cherry, she is me. The incredible high she has is because we are the same person. It is a vision of God. As I had the realization I suddenly feared for my sanity, and, simultaneously into the pain flashed thoughts of primitive people who see insanity as very God given indeed. No wonder. The vision and realization of God, suddenly seeing him, each living entity in a way being a molecule of his body is more than breathtaking. (read more)

The secret of success is the ability to withstand failure!

Posted by Robert Beer on 7/29/2010 10:58:43 PM
On the 8th July 1987 a certain Mrs Aya Broughton wrote to the Tate Gallery in London suggesting that they should consider purchasing one of John's paintings for their National Modern Collection. Judging by the string of letters that Mrs Broughton had behind her name, (N.S., M.F.P.S., W.I.A.C., S.W.A.), and from her letterhead which included in its title 'Silver Medallist Paris Salon - International Exhibition of Fine Arts', it appears that Mrs Broughton perhaps had some clout in the world of (read more)

A note from the night security guard

Posted by Robert Beer on 7/29/2010 10:59:33 PM
In August 1988 John submitted a few canvases for the Welsh National Eisteddfod Exhibition. As usual the paintings were rejected, but attached to the back of one of his returned canvases was a note from the night security guard: Dear Sir, I realise that this may appear strange, but I feel that I must write and say something about your paintings at the National Eisteddfod. I have been on security duty for the last two weeks, ensuring that no one walks away with the paintings! (read more)

Letter to the Editor of the Weekend Guardian Newspaper

Posted by Robert Beer on 7/29/2010 11:00:18 PM
Letter to the Editor of the Weekend Guardian Newspaper - April 2nd 1990 Dear Editor, 'Inside the mind of Vincent' by Tim Hilton in last Saturday's Weekend Guardian is one of the most inept and imperceptive pieces of writing on art that I have ever had the misfortune to cast my eyes upon. Even 'Inside the Backside of Vincent' would not evoke the 'timbre' of this article, although considering his speculation about homosexuality between Van Gogh and Gauguin, it might have been more (read more)
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