Alex is exhibiting his most recent works in Glasgow, New York, and
in Newcastle. They can also be viewed (and purchased) online here.
His love of golf is clear to see in this collection of paintings and drawings. And as a golfer who doesn’t take himself too seriously, there’s a strand of humour throughout – Two Under Par being a perfect illustration of the lighter side of golf.
Eight images including Par Then Bar, Fairway to Heaven and Where Did That Go are available as signed limited-edition prints. Alex
explains his inspiration for each painting and drawing in a 16 page
catalogue which can be ordered here.
For as long as I can remember I’ve loved the game of golf even though these days I rarely, if ever, play. I think has something to do with an incurable slice, a lack of patience and a dodgy knee. However, if I can get a chance to spectate at one of the many tournaments, or on TV,
I’m fascinated at how skilful and easy the professionals make this
truly difficult game appear.
My own personal frustration with the noble game began many years
ago when myself and practically every wee boy from the village of
Springside would visit the local pitch and putt course, which was
near the Annanhill Golf Course in Kilmarnock on the west coast of
It was a place that we would visit practically every day during the
summer holidays and most weekends during the year. That was until
we came up with the bright idea of creating our own course in the
local football park at the far end of the village.
Armed with a spade and a handful of canes from one of our dad’s greenhouses, we dug 9 holes at various distances from each other
and used the canes to mark where the holes were and to act as flag poles.
The only problem was that most of us didn’t own any golf clubs. So off we trod back to Annanhill pitch and putt course. We would pay our shilling to get our ball, 7 iron and putter and then aim for the 9th hole. This just happened to be the furthest from the greenkeeper’s hut and right next to the stop for the bus back to Springside.
If we timed it perfectly so as not to attract attention, we could jump over the wire fence, stick an arm out to stop the A1 bus. Five minutes later we could be swinging away on our own golf course in the village.
I dread to think of how many clubs were “borrowed” from that wee
pitch and putt course in Kilmarnock.
One abiding memory I have of the “borrowing” deed was executed by my good friend who shall remain nameless (called Jim). He decided
one day, while on the 9th hole, to obtain his own personal set of clubs for use at our now famous Springside 9-hole golf course.
For some reason that still baffles me, yet at the same time makes me chuckle, Jim thought it was a good idea to make the theft less conspicuous by shoving both clubs down each leg.
He timed it perfectly as the A1 bus was on its way up the hill. He had about 30 seconds before the lights changed to green, stop the bus
and make a clean getaway. The only problem he faced was trying to
get over a four feet high wire fence, run 20 yards and then climb up
on to the bus – all without being able to bend his legs.
You had to see this to believe it, but the bold Jim did eventually make
a getaway minus a pair of ripped jeans, and I suspect half of his manhood, let alone an almost intact dignity.
The ‘Toe-Rags’ Recreation
We all enjoyed that wee golf course for years to come and even witnessed the odd hole-in-one till either Wimbledon started, another World Cup began or the council forgot to send the tractor round to trim the grass.
Every time I visit my old haunts, I will without fail pay my respects to that home-grown golf course and am eternally grateful to the
Annanhill pitch and putt for “supplying” the clubs needed to keep a bunch of wee toe-rags occupied during the long summer days of my childhood.
I hope this new collection brings back happy memories for you, and cracks a smile as you remember the highs and lows of trying to
master the game of golf.