The inescapable reminders of war. Headlines. Uniforms.
Comings and goings. Orchestrated by some unseen hand in Washington.
Never set up a studio in the town where we were stationed, although Luke urged me to do so.
But in the months which we spent there, I filled one sketchbook with
minutely detailed drawings. Very different from the way that my work
developed, although in retrospect in each drawing one object dominated the
picture in the way that the women do now.
Like Luke's shaving brush. I drew it larger than actual size.
In the drawing his shaving kit lay open, revealing also the razor and a
nail file. I remember rendering the shine of their ivory handles.