Lot Essay
"A November evening. I knocked on the door of The Elms.
'Come in, Sir. I have a picture for you.'
Lowry went to his back room and came back with this painting.
'I was thinking of you when I did this. One for your clinic! What do you think? Give me a title.'
'Well... it is a girl...'
'A GIRL! It is a BOY but I won't fall out with you over a little matter like that. Well, what do I call it?'
'She is wearing a red scarf and black trousers.'
'Wait, that's it, let me get a pen.'
Lowry picked up a felt tipped black pen. 'Now, Sir, what was that... Girl wearing (or with) a red scarf and black trousers... There it is on the back for all time but I still think it is a boy. But I'm grateful, very grateful indeed.'
He sat down in his armchair and put his feet up on the brown and cream art-decoish fire surround.
'Do you know, Sir, I could have sat here for ten years, ten whole years, and never thought of that title. Do you eat a lot of fish?...'"
'Come in, Sir. I have a picture for you.'
Lowry went to his back room and came back with this painting.
'I was thinking of you when I did this. One for your clinic! What do you think? Give me a title.'
'Well... it is a girl...'
'A GIRL! It is a BOY but I won't fall out with you over a little matter like that. Well, what do I call it?'
'She is wearing a red scarf and black trousers.'
'Wait, that's it, let me get a pen.'
Lowry picked up a felt tipped black pen. 'Now, Sir, what was that... Girl wearing (or with) a red scarf and black trousers... There it is on the back for all time but I still think it is a boy. But I'm grateful, very grateful indeed.'
He sat down in his armchair and put his feet up on the brown and cream art-decoish fire surround.
'Do you know, Sir, I could have sat here for ten years, ten whole years, and never thought of that title. Do you eat a lot of fish?...'"