The View From The Cab.

I passed through Trafalgar Square the other day and on that pillar left vacant by the Victorians, having run out of heroes to venerate, there was a new effigy. Every so many years the Arts Council of Great Britain decide which aspiring artist to showcase on the available plinth opposite the National Gallery and at times, I must say, I wonder what criteria they use in their collective judgement on what is or not art.

The present one, in my opinion, has a certain artistic value and worthy of display although I wish a different material had been used in its construction and a different place found for it. It appears to have been made from wood or perhaps fibre-glass and painted beige.

In my interpretation it is a representation of a dream. Seated on a rocking chair leaning backwards, as if about to fly away, is a dull glided figure of a Cherub of life size proportion staring into the sky. The artist must be proud to have been selected from the entrants to such a prestigious competition, but not the day I passed by.

On the head of the angelic depiction was an indifferent Seagull, unconcerned of blighted dreams and aspirations of wing-less mortals or those of a spiritual nature. His attention seemed firmly fixed on more material gain than that of inspiration

In conclusion to this small missive of every day life in Metropolitan London I feel obliged to add that the Seagull looked more majestic than what was beneath its feet. Perhaps the Arts Council could employ an old seaman with a cross-bow to protect us dreamers.

About Daniel Kemp

Daniel Kemp’s introduction to the world of espionage and mystery happened at an early age when his father was employed by the War Office in Whitehall, London, at the end of WWII. However, it wasn’t until after his father died that he showed any interest in anything other than himself! On leaving academia he took on many roles in his working life: a London police officer, mini-cab business owner, pub tenant and licensed London taxi driver, but never did he plan to become a writer. Nevertheless, after a road traffic accident left him suffering from PTSD and effectively—out of paid work for four years, he wrote and self-published his first novel —The Desolate Garden. Within three months of publication, that book was under a paid option to become a $30 million film. The option lasted for five years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company. All seven of his novels are now published by Creativia with the seventh—The Widow’s Son, completing a three book series alongside: What Happened In Vienna, Jack? and Once I Was A Soldier. Under the Creativia publishing banner, The Desolate Garden went on to become a bestselling novel in World and Russian Literature in 2017. The following year, in May 2018, his book What Happened In Vienna, Jack? was a number one bestseller on four separate Amazon sites: America, UK, Canada, and Australia.  Although it's true to say that he mainly concentrates on what he knows most about; murders laced by the mystery involving spies, his diverse experience of life shows in the short stories he writes, namely: Why? A Complicated Love, and the intriguing story titled The Story That Had No Beginning. He is the recipient of rave reviews from a prestigious Manhattan publication and described as—the new Graham Green—by a highly placed employee of Waterstones Books, for whom he did a countrywide tour of book signing events. He has also appeared on 'live' television in the UK publicising that first novel of his. He continues to write novels, poetry and the occasional quote; this one is taken from the beginning of Once I Was A Soldier There is no morality to be found in evil. But to recognise that which is truly evil one must forget the rules of morality.
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