Letters to Philippa extracts for Aug to October 1967
Letters to Philippa • 22nd Aug 1967:
We went to North Wales (250) miles last Tuesday . . . When we went up the coast, the panorama of Snowdonia all very clear, with clouds just cutting off the tops of the highest peaks, and the sea brilliantly lit, and those vast sands and estuaries.
We journeyed back over the wild country to Newtown where we stayed with Vivien [Mavis's oldest friend] in her caravan! . . . Newtown was looking its best, scurrying clouds with bright intermittent sunlight and everything hard and clear. It is to my mind much more paintable than Snowdonia. There is a compression and collision of forms and colours which you don’t get in panoramas . . . such greens!
Letters to Philippa • 18th Sep 1967:
Signing off a letter to daughter Philippa that is mainly about the daytime and evening festivities welcoming Sir Francis Chichester back from his solo round the world sailing achievement
. . . Forgive short letter, I want to catch the morning post. Time is short as I have to be at the hospital at 12 every day.
We have got the Monteverdi record at last, it is grand!
Best wishes to you both (specially Manfred!)
Love from Dad called Richard.
Letters to Philippa • 5th Oct 1967:
. . . Meanwhile I seem to have forgotten how to paint, start all over again, and I feel sleepy, is it the weather? the car driving? the neck-stretching? or what?
Letters to Philippa • 10th Oct 1967:
I am hoping to finish with my torturing at the hospital this week. Mrs Kinsey, the physiotherapist, draws and paints. She showed me a sketch book with pride, as I told her she ought to keep scribbling. Just as she was fastening me down this morning I told her she couldn’t do better than take Fra Angelico’s paintings of saints being put to death in various ways as a model. She said ‘You better be careful what you say as I have got you in my power!’
Letters to Philippa • 10th Oct 1967:
The painting is going on slowly. I think a lot of it is almost too delicate for public exhibition.
Nan Kivell (Rex) is back in London for a while, partly because his legs need attention and partly ’cos he is to be invested with the CMG at Buckingham Palace, quite a high honour I believe. (Is it Commander of St. Michael and St. George?) He hopes to come down to see us and my work, and that will decide whether I have a show next year or not. I must get them framed . . . there must be something like thirty of them.
Letters to Philippa • 26th Oct 1967:
. . . I find art teaching less and less enthralling these days! The RA students have put up their annual show and it is not very good.
Letters to Philippa • 31st Oct 1967:
Mavis wrote to Philippa:
Dad is rather depressed and inclined to sit gazing into space in the evenings. I’m trying to ginger him into doing something without being too hearty!