My portrait of a dear friend, Richard Lubbock, who sat for me in Toronto some years ago. I met him shortly after he arrived from England. He had a walloping, dry sense of humour. For years he worked at CBC as a writer and also wrote for a publication, The Idler which which no longer exists, which took its name from a pub where a bunch of them used to meet weekly. When he sat for me we had lovely, heated debates on politics - we always agreed to disagree – Richard loved that – we both did, generally coming to a draw.
Misty Theobalds Road
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