This is me and my old dog, Spotty. We were walking on Chinamans Beach late one afternoon. Now, the sand wasn’t really black and the sky wasn’t really such a strong magenta, and the boats weren’t quite the colours that they were there. But this is the difference between art and photography. You can use, in a painting, all kinds of colours to give people the feeling of what it was like that time of the night, the feeling of what it was like for Spotty and I to be walking together. Unfortunately Spotty’s not with us anymore but I still often slip him in the corner of a painting somewhere. It’s another thing about art, you can make your dogs immortal.