David leach

BIOGRAPHY

David left England in 1981. A gap year, they called it. He never went back. England changed. He did too. The Greek islands took him in. The sun was hot, the sea was clear, and the ouzo was cheap. He painted, but mostly he drank. He moved from island to island, restless, looking for something. Maybe he found it. Maybe he didn’t.

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By the end of the ’80s, Greece grew small. Asia called. He meant to stay a few months. It became years. He lost himself in Indonesia, drifted through the islands, worked with artists who knew the land and the wood and the paint. He learned from them. The colors changed. The lines grew bolder.

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A trip home. Brief. Necessary. England was still there, but it was not for him. The road was better. He went back to Asia. India this time. He roamed, watched, learned. The heat pressed down, the colours burned brighter. He found Goa. Goa was good. He stayed.

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The paintings kept coming. They changed, like him. The world shifted. His brush followed. Now the work had weight. Politics crept in. It always does. Today, he moves between two places—Ibiza, Goa. Two studios. Two lives. The sea is near, the light is good. He paints. The road never ends.