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Printed on heavy 315gsm etching paper.
Limited Edition of 50
Signed by the artist.

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Before the war, my dad’s generation played on Ryde beach.
My Auntie Elizabeth, Uncle Colin, and their mate George Gribble who became a Spitfire ace.
My late mother in law, Barbara was also part of that gang and she said she saw the Hindenburg glide overhead one evening. I was struck by the vision of this shining airborne giant over quaint Victorian Ryde, whose pier is being illuminated by a sunset as a steam train leaves for Ventnor, a resort to this day, relatively unhurt by the ravages of thoughtless profit.

I’ve made it a May evening in 1937:

The huge Deco dreamship is the length of a liner and is on its last journey to Lakehurst where it will crash and burn in seconds thanks to its lethally unstable contents.
The insane sunset is a bit of a plot spoiler.

I was thinking about the woman, the pun-enabling Lorraine, and how she could be best represented, when in a moment of pure joy and coincidence I found my muse. Gloria Swanson, as part of an incredibly well painted surreal collage from 1929 called The Sea. The artist is a short-lived genius called Koga Harue. What convinced me was this figure pointing to an airship. Kismet.

I was wondering how I could include the Eastern Gardens in the foreground (long since bull-dozered) when I came up with a Hockney sculpture park. 
I created a town planner with vision. 
Three months before its creator’s birth a preemptive celebration of the Barnsley boy’s genius is installed at very little expense by his persistance. What a gent. And he didn’t even exist.