Maurice Utrillo was an artist I particularly admired. I liked his colors, I liked his compositions, and I liked most of the paintings he did in the Montmartre area. All you needed to do when you were in Montmartre was to look around its streets, and Utrillos paintings came to life for you and made your own work seem a little more genuine. Looking back, there were so many "les enfants terribles" around me in 1969 that I think Utrillo, at least in his later and more rational years, would smile at and recognize. The children of Utrillo - the ex pats, the tortured ones under the bridges, the winos, those on the park benches, the failed and the lost, would, I think, catch Utrillo's eye and maybe, just maybe, become a figure on one of his street scenes - at least I'd like to think so.