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Albert
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Albert
@OwdAlbert
'Ow Doo? I'm Albert - I paint a bit, I like Art, and I like pubs too - Welcome to my world.
My Dad wasn't a toolmaker.
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    Albert
    @OwdAlbert
    Oct 14, 2022
    I'll leave you with a picture that perhaps only middle aged Brits will understand? ๐Ÿ‘ Goodnight - We're an odd bunch! ๐Ÿ˜‰
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    Albert
    @OwdAlbert
    Feb 15, 2024
    It's a good day to repost Simon Buckley's iPhone photograph of Manchester in the rain, which has been likened to a Lowry or Valette painting. ๐Ÿ‘โ˜‚๏ธ
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    Albert
    @OwdAlbert
    Jan 9, 2025
    There are now adults that can't remember a time before the internet, or mobile phones. I saw an endless stream of 4x4's dropping kids off at school this morning, and in a few years time there will be people that don't even remember walking to school. How odd that all seems. ๐Ÿค”
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    Albert
    @OwdAlbert
    Nov 7, 2025
    Hereโ€™s a story for you. Itโ€™s sort of sad, but also sweet. ๐Ÿฅฒ I painted this in the mid 1990โ€™s My mother was alive back then, and saw it before I sent it to the gallery. A few days later the gallery rang to say the painting had sold. When I next visited mum it was on her wall!
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    Albert
    @OwdAlbert
    Aug 4, 2025
    Dear @boltoncouncil This lad once put Bolton on the map. ๐Ÿ‘‡ This isn't the way to remember him. Fix it please! ๐Ÿ‘
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    Albert
    @OwdAlbert
    Sep 16, 2025
    In the 1980's I saw this painting in the lounge of my local pub. The Battle of Britain having taken place 40 years earlier. Another 40 years have passed, as have the combatants, but I never tire of Barrie A.F. Clark's Spitfire. ๐Ÿ™‚
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    Albert
    @OwdAlbert
    Aug 19, 2023
    Some people ask why I keep painting old fashioned stuff? 'Paint modern times Albert' they say. ๐Ÿซค The answer is I paint from memory, so what you see portrayed was once real. If I don't immortalise it in paint then when I go those memories have gone forever. I was that boy. ๐Ÿ‘
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    Albert
    @OwdAlbert
    May 18, 2024
    My son's birthday today. ๐ŸŽ‰ He would have been 42. ๐Ÿ˜” I was called a 'heathen' by a Bishop for wanting to put this poem on my son's headstone. The Bishop forbade it. As a result, the headstone remains empty but for my son's name. Feck you Bishop. ๐Ÿ™
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    Albert
    @OwdAlbert
    Dec 6, 2022
    โ€œMen in overalls built this country; and men in suits destroyed it.โ€
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    Albert
    @OwdAlbert
    Mar 27, 2024
    If this was my bedroom it is quite possible that I would take to my bed, never to be seen or heard from again. ๐Ÿ‘
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    Albert
    @OwdAlbert
    Jun 12, 2024
    'All the rest is propaganda' Alan Sillitoe. ๐Ÿ‘
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    Albert
    @OwdAlbert
    Dec 10, 2022
    I've spent the last hour looking through the window watching heavy snow fall. ๐Ÿ˜Š Several months ago when I was in hospital and told I had Cancer, my very first thought was "I wonder if I'll ever see snow again?" Well I have, and it's wonderful! ๐Ÿ‘
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    Albert
    @OwdAlbert
    Jan 30, 2023
    Why does the Art world dislike Jack Vettriano? ๐Ÿค” A working class lad who left school at 16, teaching himself to paint using materials gifted to him by his grandfather. Rejected by Edinburgh College of Art, yet successful enough to be awarded the OBE for services to Visual Arts
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    Albert
    @OwdAlbert
    Sep 27, 2022
    Have you ever totally immersed yourself in a picture? I stared at this one by Pieter Bruegel for hours and drank in every detail. I felt the cold, could smell the crackling fire. I even heard distant voices float above the cries of hungry birds, both carried on the frigid wind.