Richard Meyer

2006, Oil on old canvas 61 x 61cm
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Available to a good home, please email Richard if you would like to discuss this [rm]

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 owned by FF.