Martin L Davies

Being with Martin. Simple and profound. This is what human beings wanted with Martin. They simply wanted to be with him. He was still. Time froze. The air carried his gentle voice – simple and profound thoughts. He admired relationships with pens, with pencils, with colours, with hands, with eyes, with minds, with hearts… with words, with pictures. Being with Martin. 

He has, of course, had works published. They are all worth reading. He has of course read thousands and thousands of books, in different tongues from his – French and German at the time. He fed people with profound thoughts. Some devoured. Some did not let go. Some wanted to characterise themselves – immortalise their own feeling of significance. What does it matter? Thankfully, some went away and thought and returned and thought and talked… and thought because they aspire to thinking freely… being free to think and to be. 

He flinched in the presence of others. He was affected by the existence of beings other than himself. The world, from his eyes, was fascinating. He enjoyed every moment of his being. I profoundly enjoyed every moment of his being in his last 23 years. We glittered, even in silence. His two sons were profoundly affected by his being their whole lives. For us, he existed and he exists and he will exist. He was, he is, and he still will be. 

No mise en abyme. Just pure. Original. 

Thank you Martin for being an eternal student of being. 

Mr Martin (Leonard) Davies: 30 April 1948 – 12 December 2021.

Written by Rasida Mataria.

Never not being with us: Martin’s sons Alex Davies and Lawrence Davies, and Martin’s wife Rasida Mataria.

EndNote:

Recently, Martin’s work has received renewed recognition.