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Lot Essay
'From our garden we look up the river to Chiswick Eyot, an island of willows, decorated at either end with a group of swans who are forever cleaning themselves, their long white necks turning and twisting ceaselessly. In the summer the island behind the willows is a jungle of hemlock and dank vedure. In the winter it is often flooded and the summer's growth lies bleached and flattened with driftwood.' (J. Trev elyan, Indigo Days: the Art and Memoirs of Julian Trevelyan, London, 1996, p. 51).
Sold with private correspondence from the artist discussing the present lot.
Sold with private correspondence from the artist discussing the present lot.