2006, Oil on retired canvas 61 x 61cm, framed
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My dear friend and at times saviour, Sheila at the window of her Cornish cottage on the Pencarrow estate. She was tap-tapping away at her old typewriter in an upstairs bedroom when I arrived and came to the window. We talked a while like this before she came down, probably to make herb tea, I took a photograph as I couldn't ask her to stay like that while I drew her. It was the last time I saw her in that lovely old cottage strewn with roses - her passion. The cottage is now sold and lost because soon after this visit she had a terrible stroke. Miraculously she survived and now writes me the most gorgeously indeciperable letters. I would love to give her the painting but am too embarrassed to suggest it... maybe I simply still fear rejection.
Digging through a fat sheath of old letters from her recently, I happened on the passage quoted at the top of the Home Page but can't remember which painting it referred to. It might be the painting of the Fruiteater.
Post script (2015). Sheila has now sadly died.