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from WHEN THEY WERE WORKING, THE TWO ROBERTS USED A creaking wooden shed at the back of the garden as
a studio. I think it had been purpose built for this because one of its walls was a large window that
had an outside shutter that could be raised or lowered from the front. When I smell oil paint from
a tube the wild mess of the interior comes tumbling back and my eyes smart with the memory. There
was usually an easel in one corner with a work in progress clamped to it. The palette was no more
than a square of plywood mottled with smeared colours. Amongst a tangle of crossed brushes lay leaded
tubes of paint, curled up like winded toy soldiers. Their fallen. caps were beside them as different
coloured gore oozed from their severed necks. | Main | Extract | What the papers say | Author biography | More info | |
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