If there is one thing Colin Middleton can't abide, it's "this long-haired, corduroy cult of artists." The stocky Irish painter prefers to wear his own hair trimmed short and to roll about Belfast and Dublin in hand-woven tweed plus-fours, red suede shoes and a black beret. His would be a notable figure in any landscape; in Ireland, which has produced hardly any painting worth the name,* Middleton is a current sensation.
A Slick Flop. He had come, it seemed, to an art style of his own after a good many years of following other...
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