Rob MacKillop
Edinburgh Correspondent
I got released from the hospital yesterday evening, which is wonderful, but with a bag full of pills, and orders to relax. I wanted to do a portrait of my poor wife, my hero, who has been stressed beyond belief recently in coping with my illness. She agreed to a 'no-make-up' shot, which I said I intended to experiment with by emulating the subdued tones of the Danish painter, Vilhelm Hammershøi, who we both admire. I completely failed in that regard! But, as usual, I wandered off down trails I hadn't explored before. We are not sure what to make of these, so don't feel you have to say something nice, but they do reveal 'somethings' I recognise, and are in a very humble way heroic. The techniques used are far less interesting to me than the humanity behind the image wall.



