I thought of Allen Maddox this morning, as I often do when I’m drawing. He lived over the road from me on Overtoun Terrace, Wellington (many, many years ago) and he became my friend and teacher. At my first drawing session with him I drew a teapot, perfectly executed and I was very proud of my rendition. Allen got hold of the drawing and screwed it up. He then proceeded to draw on a fresh piece of paper what he saw and felt. The vision of this artist drawing in his wild and expressive nature has remained with me. A lot of what I learnt from Allen was beaten out of me at design school but I found it again when I meet Tom Kreisler years later...but that's another story.