BERNIE WALSH
If all else fails … have a good cry
By Lynda Cookson
Red feathers swirled into the room on a shoulder strapped handbag, with bits of red fluff floating off to remain on the floor as a reminder that Bernie Walsh, artist, had been there that night. The scene was the opening night of my art exhibition at the Fisheries Tower a couple of days after my interview with Bernie, and the night of the highest tide in eighteen years. The weather was magnificent, the view from the Fisheries Tower incredible, with Bernie’s flashing transparent blue eyes matching it all.
