Peter Clarke (1929 - )

mixed media
50 x 35cm

When it comes to flavours his tastebuds are incapable of defining subtleties. All booze
tastes the same. Perhaps the problem is not so much his tastebuds as it is his state of
It is safe to say he thinks the way he looks. His appearance suggests only one thing to
people. Indifference. He has acquired the look of a person who has been abandoned to
the elements. In the newspapers his type is described as being "of no fixed abode".
Unkempt, he can't care, hasn't in fact cared for a very long time. Nothing is important.
He lives by the day & for the day.
If when he digs in rubbish bins for something to eat & he finds a wine bottle with
dregs in it he puts it to his mouth. The action is automatic. They call him a dronkie.
He is also called a whole lot of other things, none of them complimentary.
He is the wrong person to consult about estates, grapes, wines, bouquets & all that kind of
thing. Listening to wine tasters waxing lyrical, he would say they are talking a lot of
nonsense. No, he would express it more crassly, briefer, to the point, in one word guarenteed
to leave a foul smell hanging in the air.

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