“What sticks in my memory about your drawings is that they were like delicate vignettes. Reflections, remembrances – fleeting, tiny (literally) and delicate. Intricate but fragile. Almost as if you breathed on them they would blow away.
“I loved the fact that they were so effortlessly wrought at times – the rubbings out and the painstakingly fine, delicate detail – and at others clearly spontaneous. The figures appearing to be placed so randomly, off-kilter on the big sheets. Demanding that you look closer, closely at them. Details, part of a bigger picture, perhaps?
“I remember the figures were sometimes twisted and bent like ballet dancers – fine and posed. Others awkward and ill at ease. Most were happy, at peace.
“These were the pleasures of life, small and everyday – and yet important memories, the very stuff of life itself, that we keep carrying around everyday in our heads. Your art exists there now too.
“I thought they were really lovely.”