In
this page, i am hoping you will discover and hope to share with you
my art and how i came to design this site dedicated to Les
Hill and how I met him.This
site IS
dedicated to Les Hill. Just takingthe glance of the publicity during 1992-4
This
site is to summerise Les and what he ment to me through my teens,
and
also to many fans during early '90s. I have many responses from
Australia
& the UK that remember and I thank you mostly.
Just
take a look to my gallery page to suggest the
demand
for him in our magazines and paper and screen.
VISIT
MY ONLINE ART PORTFOLIO
www.geocities.com/semportfolio/a.htm
First
journey to Australia
Second
journey to Australia on New Years Eve
My
Artwork
main
The
Artist
I
decided to began taking Les as one of my subjects in Art.
It was only in a matter of 3-4 years a total of
200
or more sketches where produced during this time.
Amongst
Les, i managed to suppress a good amount of work, and found it
irresistible but to let
Les Hill know himself.
In
1998 i managed to cross over a letter together with 3 sketches
to
Australia. In January 1999, i had a letter returned and it was
the man himself. Les Hill.
A
personal letter suggesting that he is well and impressed with my works.
In
later commuting, it was in Australia i decided to venture
without my family and take off last year for the duration of
only one month. I decided to try and contact Les to meet,
and it was unfortunate how Les was unavailable to at the time.
It
was only too kind that this Father, with all
my thanks took the time to chat with me.
"Sorry
Les isn't in Sydney at the moment. Hes out doing something
with the production crew."
I
took out my numerous photos, ones of which i had taken of my
artwork.
He
smiles while he observes. "Yeah, they're fab. i like this one,
i
remember that day, because i was there with him."
He
looked at the racing picture (shown below), i said;
"yeah
i remember seeing you in that particular one, in that
magazine
i got back home, of you and Les together UK."
He
replied. "Yeah that's right! I really like that one."
At
this point i stood next to him. Mmm, big guy he is too. 6ft?
"Can
i take a photograph of you then?"
He
thought about it, then laughed. "Oh go on then! My wife is
inside
wondering what i am doing!" So he was great fun as i
stood
next to him. There he was with a cup or tea or his coffee.
"By
the way Les does look like you!" He laughed again and said
"No,
he looks like his Mum." He replied "Its nice to have
seen you
in
person, after all those photos."
A
painting A3 Acrylic on Canvas. Les
Hill with his Father Norman 1993 Big! Magazine
Myself
with Les' Father. Australia 2000
Returning
home i decided to design a website corollating my material,
starting with my personal
collection
expanding with other materials from fans across the UK and Australia
Australia 2001
I
returned to the UK making a terrible decision whether to head off to
Australia once again.
After
all painful thoughts, and a position i had at home with the
Finance
team. It was as soon as i got back from Aus in 2000, I
prepared
to apply for Visa. Once again i set off with a 22hrs journey.
Japan,
Tokyo, Singapore (nice airports) but not until i stepped
my
foot into the breezy Sydney airport where the instant smell of
clean
air and the lovely summer of 46 degrees of sunshine. Quite
a difference to
leaving
the UK in snow and arriving in Sydney on New Years Eve.
Finance
girls & I, taken a week before leaving Australia in 2000.
Its
Monday afternoon. Nice dry day by the water. Its
almost ready to meet Les.
Took
5 minutes and stood back, and watched him appear, grabbing a drink
from
the bar and sitting down comfortably. Until i walked over.
At
an instance he smiled. And likewise so did I.
"Ah!
Sara! Hi how are you?" pecked my cheek and we sat.
So
there is was. Les Hill, talking his way, as i sat and listened, dumb
struck
to say anything. And many would say it is out of
character for me.
Sipping
on my water and lemon, Les with his Cafe Latte, we spoke in general.
It
had occurred to me how down to earth and very polite Les is.
With just the
friendly
and overwhelming politeness this guy appeared to me what i
always
thought he would be.
it
was apparent to me how considerate this busy man was giving his time to
meet
me today. And also, talking about things that maybe
wish
hadn't been asked!!!!
Nevertheless.
"I am amazed to see those pictures, as i say, my Mother
loves
them, she has them up framed."
"I
feel so silly, I'm like a 16 year old." He had to laugh.
Slightly
embarrassed, the many questions i wanted to approach him with ,
generated
only
as far as my brain, and never hit the lips. Disappointed was
not the word.
"Can
you sign these pictures for me i really love these ones."
He
smiled and looked at them closely. "Sure."
With a real smiley grin, with quick
motion
he took to signing.
'To
Sara, thanx for all your hard work on the website, love Les.'
"May
i take a photo please?" Les got up without any hassle,
and took to stand
next
to me. His arm around my shoulders. "yeah, take a few,
just encase."
A
little disappointed with myself, but nevertheless, he looked and was extremely
worth
just looking at. He was intriguing. Behind the
face
is a well spoken man. One which i will not forget.
As
sparkling as he looked up on our TVs here from the early 90s and so forth,
Here
he is in great form. The Australian sun seems to be doing him well.
Talking
of his current
interests,
we sit as he realises the time.
"I
am meeting someone in the next hour."
With
his last works, thanking him for being the character he was, we shook
hands
and he was off on his ventures.
And
to those that remember Les on our screens, this is something for all
his old fans or existing fans to see.
Thank you Les.
.
(pic1)
Les Hill and I
My
Artwork
here
are just samples of my collection of Les Hill. Very few of many.
A3
pencil and pen. 1998
Acrylic
painted card. Taken from a picture of Les Hill. / View the
hand.(painting on the left).
Taken
as i drew. Sketch A3 Pencil/Pen.
In
the progress of things, painting 8ft 10ft. Acrylic.
Les
in London. A2 Acrylic.
Pastel
pencils of two A3 pictures 1995
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