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Extracts from the Journals of John F. B. Miles

The Last Years - 1990 - 1997

The Water Project - John Miles

Posted by Robert Beer on 4/6/2013 5:38:00 PM
On looking through some of the extracts from the journals of John F B Miles recently, I came upon this outline for a 'Water Project' that John had handwritten in 1981 and photocopied for his art students at South Devon Technical College in Torquay, England. The Water Project One day last September I got trapped by heavy rain halfway between the college and the 'South Street Glass Works'. The rain was torrential, and having no coat I pressed myself against the alcove of a wall. I (read more)

Unprovoked Attack

Posted by Robert Beer on 7/29/2010 11:02:16 PM
On Thursday 22nd March 1990 John was subjected to an unprovoked physical attack by one of his fellow tutors at the School of Art in Torquay. The motive for the assault was professional jealousy, which had probably arisen from a festering resentment at John's enormous popularity amongst the students at the college. The assailant was the sculpture tutor at the college - a stone-carver with great physical strength - who repeatedly smashed a heavy glass jar into John's head from behind. (read more)

Diary Entries

Posted by Robert Beer on 7/29/2010 11:02:45 PM
Thursday 23rd May 1996 Today I get a rejection from the Friedlander Sunday Times watercolour competition. Again I feel a greater freedom. I have been rejected in my work. It is time to actually not just say but to implement the words - 'The secret of success is the ability to withstand failure'. My rejected watercolours are being returned from the Royal Academy. The video made in my house and showing all of my major paintings has been rejected by the Eisteddfod again. I have no work (read more)

Death - the Great Escape

Posted by Robert Beer on 7/29/2010 11:04:26 PM
At 3-30am on the morning of April 13th 1997 I received my last telephone call from John. He was in a state of great happiness and ecstasy, as high as a kite. The previous evening John had assembled a group of his friends and admirers to 'storm' the opening of the annual exhibition of the Welsh Watercolour Society. Four of his paintings were included in this exhibition, and, true to form, John saw this as an opportunity for exhibiting the genius of himself before a captive audience. Primed with (read more)