The Jackie Chan Connection
In the early 90's not many folk had heard of Jackie Chan. I had been put on to his genius by friends, and Johnathon Ross. I was hooked. I couldn't believe his agility and comic genius. Plus his amazing body and all the things it had put up with over the years. That was true beauty how I loved to watch the sinews and muscles move beneath their skin in these mostly excellent films. Gone was the photoshopping style make up of the Hollywood film. Here was the real deal, blood guts and stunts. Of course his other co stars Samo Hung and the wonderful Yeun Biao were also amazing and without them Jackie would never have reached the dizzy heights he was to enjoy in the middle to late 90's in the West.
Well when my first business the mural squad was closing due to the two fools embezzling funds from me, I thought what can I do? To cheer myself up. SO I decided to paint a tribute to the three wonderful actors from Hong Kong. I did this in oils and called it 3 dragons and off I gaily went to post it to Golden Harvest Studios in Hong Kong.
Little did I know what it would lead to....
So then one day out of the blue about 3 months later a letter from Hong Kong arrived on my door mat. I was so excited, and sure enough I had a letter off Jackie signed and so on. He was so thrilled to have fans in the UK/Europe. He'd even signed it. So I thought WOW!! I replied to thank him for the letter and there it was. So imagine my surprise when I got another one, signed and dictated by him again! Not the usual standard fan club stuff but a real letter. I am proud to say that I was Jackie Chan's pen pal for 4 years. In fact we only stopped writing when he went to America, and we sort of lost interest. I tried to get back in touch but then I'd lost my contact and got the standard fan blurb back. I even went to Hong Kong in 1995 but bottled out of meeting him. That's why I lost interest, as I saw the poverty right outside his film studios. He came from abject poverty and I'm sure he does a lot over in HK for people but it knocked me sick in such an affluent culture to see people cooking in bustops and wearing naught but their pyjama bottoms, and washing in buckets over the road from
the place where Bruce Lee made Enter the Dragon.