Misplaced imitations

I've often heard how his mother, once a promising young artist, was so thrown by the observation, in a review of her first solo exhibition, that her paintings were thoroughly in a realist tradition (Canberra Times, 1969), that she has spent the subsequent decades in ever increasing despair and obscurity as she works on her misplaced imitations of Remedios Varo.

A painting sized slit

We heard how Boyd cut a painting sized slit in his studio with a chainsaw while the photographer was having a cup of coffee so that the painting might be got out and a photograph taken from a better distance.

His studio - perhaps because it is still being used by his son - smells of turps and oil, which is to say of limitless ambition.