Mrs. Isobel Campbell. Sold. Print

Story: Long day canvasing, campaigning for my political party. Tired, took a short-cut through a garden. Isobel sees me, starts chatting, makes a friend of me. Wise woman, with excellent judgement of character. Seeing I'm exhausted invites me into her mansion and heats up some home-made soup which is served with crusty bread. Asking what I do, apart from political canvasing, I tell her I paint. So I exchanged (sold?) this portrait of Mrs. Isobel Campbell, sometime Opera Singer, now retired, for a bowl of home-made soup and a hunk of bread. Isobel then gave me a large room, bathed in light, with glass on three sides and appropriate furniture, to use as another studio. Plenty of storage too. Whilst I paint she sings opera betimes as she cooks tasty meals. Nuances de Veuve Clicquot to my Pol Roger. Plenty of dolly-girls on Saatchi. This is more difficult. Thank you and farewell.