Emily Carr
“Ladies approaching seventy must not expect to work like girls of 17 - it is unreasonable,” said the doctor to artist Emily Carr, as he surveyed her studio and racks of canvases against the wall. He rested his eyes on a small monkey, and a mother dog and her four pups on the hearth rug. “Overdoing has enraged your heart. To begin with we will see what a good long rest in hospital will do… Goodness,” he paused, “you have done a lot of work!”
“You don’t mean - you are not telling me my painting days are done!” beseeched Carr. She was thinking specifically of her old caravan trailer and her many sketching forays into the Canadian woods. “Oh, lovely, all-alone caravan-days in
