dready ‘play together, stay together’ – image

I’m in the midst of a series of art and this is one of the first images to come out of it …

which is cool because I don’t really have any tennis images yet …

I don’t remember playing tennis before going away to boarding school (a lot of sports firsts there, eh!) as a small small boy; it was a summer game, ’cause england cold and wet!, and I liked the shirt, a loose, soft pique cotton, white shorts, white canvas shoes, wooden racquets …

I continued to play tennis, in some vague, and always fun way – and badminton too! – when I went on to school in canada (in the summers of course, ’cause cold and wet again) … there was, for a while, a public indoor courts down the road … warm and dry!

sometimes at home in Jamaica, on holiday, mickey liked to play, he was good at all sports, and sometimes would tolerate me along; then when I lived in florida, during and after college, tennis was everywhere and every day.

It wasn’t till I moved to cayman that I stopped playing almost completely … there was a tennis club just down the road, but, dunno, didn’t feel like it; learnt to play squash instead …

so now, don’t play tennis more than so anymore … but I still like it and the memory of the soft cotton shirt

Love …