A very entertaining post by the talented photographer Susan Windmiller, who understands my discomfort in…
In 2015, I went to a house warming of my beautiful friend Monika, and was delighted to see this painting that I did of her hands with Mr. Connard’s in her bedroom. I don’t always get to see the paintings hung, so whenever I do it’s a real treat. There’s a story attached to this painting which is really beautiful and you can read it here:
Monika and Mr. Connard
Monika knew Mr. Connard when she was a tiny little girl in the 1960s at the time he employed her mother, Linda, as a typist. During the school holidays, Monika would go into the office and there a bond, similar to that of a grandparent and grandchild, was formed.