I love the kind of brave openings that only you know are a really big deal; like bouts of over-the-top sweetness that take you by surprise, or showing some secret talent you usually keep hidden. I had no idea that Spar was about to open wide, or that he’s a really well-known artist. (he didn’t mention his work is in the UN and collected by the likes of Richard Branson.)
It was the last day of the Maui Quodoushka, the day we always seem to reach a magical matrix, so of course I said yes when he (rather shyly) asked if he could bring out a few paintings.
‘They’re actually private’ he said, ‘I’ve never shown these to anyone but close friends.’
That was before Quodoushka. By now we were close friends.
As he unwrapped his work for us, revealing soft and subtle places his corporate clients might only privately peer at, it was like he was stripped naked.