I didn’t know him very well. But as a painter, writer and general life-artist myself, I stood on the High Street pavement and talked about art, life and Glastonbury with him quite a few times.
I rather liked his painting — it felt controlled; safe; unadventurous; purely commercial. Fit for purpose. Nothing else was allowed to show. I would have liked it to be a bit more like Paul himself as I perceived him. Charismatic; quirky; perfectly competent, but capable of more — much, much more. You just had to dig a little to find it.
Maybe one day I’ll find it buried somewhere in one of his paintings.
So wherever you are Paul, let your brushstrokes now show whatever you like. You earned it.