Oil on canvas, 90 x 61cm
"There's no point in doing every petal," Cyril said.
Astonishingly, for someone who had stared into the sun for hours at a time in his youth, Cyril's eyesight and colour sense became so accute in old age, that he painted while looking through a piece of frosted glass. It was as if he'd given himself cataracts. "I just don't want to see too much," he explained.
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