I ended up in email correspondence with a client today…
“Thanks for your patience! Photo Club was really interesting - I met some astonishingly good photographers who make my stuff look very twee and colloquial. I was very buoyed to meet Dr. John Menneer: one of those magnificent Kiwi blokes in the mould in Mulgan: can stalk a trophy stag, pick up a brace of pheasant, head home and deliver that to the table in classic laconic understated way / yet delivers an art and verse which is emotional and raw. I enjoy meeting Kiwis like that - next time you’re in Thames, head behind Cafe Melbourne and find the landscape painter the size of a Stud Charolais - ex New Zealand Rugby League representative Wayne Robertson, now painting deep reflections of New Zealand.”
I haven’t asked permission to publish their reply, but they mention that Kiwis with that contrast and mix to do still exist but are getting rarer.
Which both makes me happy and sad.
Happy that those all-rounders are still out there. But sad that they are harder to find. I certainly viewed Dr. Menneer as the outlier, and I wonder why I did that?