At one time Sandy and I had a flat each in Mentone Mansions. How this came about is another story. She took over a room in flat 9 which was at one time used by Trevor Winkfield, who was at the Royal College studying painting. When he left for pastures new and fame and fortune in New York, Sandy moved in. Winkfield was an existentialist into Duchamp. One of his works he left behind in the flat which consisted of three pieces of hardboard painted green of increasing size, entitled, drawing for a green field, sketch for a green field and "A Green Field" pretty cool uh?
He was giving a lecture once at a Midlands college. John Cage, the composer was supposed to be giving a recital in the evening but could make it due to illness. Winkfield said he knew Cage and could do the recital for him. This he duly did to a standing ovation. However Winkfield could not play a note and just played anything for half an hour including long pauses. He had cheek or chutzpa if you're a New Yorker or speak Yiddish. Anyway when I finally moved upstairs to live in sin with Sandy, we would find that occasionally someone had been in the flat cooked, a meal and left the washing up. This continued for several years until I changed the lock. I t turned out the it was Winkfield who was the culprit, as he had kept the keys to the flat when he left. His cheek knew no bounds as he complained at the lock change. Look him up on the web.bombsite.com/issues/999/articles/3285
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZaMjcElpfK4
Trevor if you ever read this. Hi
