Harry Voight in 2007 It’s been a journey of discoveries, to find in swift succession that the new neighbour you appreciate is a friend whose company you enjoy, and is practically your favourite artist. [The same kind of thing has happened, for me and for Eve, with all and each of the Voigts-who-live-on-the-hill. We could compose an ode to Lulu Phezulu, and the warmth and intricate delights of her work and her personality, and to high-flying Walter, crafter of cumulus, our Burton of the BARR bush, my fellow Sampras of Sudwala. But they are for another time]… I was very taken with your paintings of interiors when I first saw them in your studio, some in progress, a few small reproductions, and then a big canvas at the Everard Read Gallery. Since then I have wondered how we could contrive to light up a corner or a wall of our own vaulting interior with one of yours; to put up a Harold Voigt (original or a reproduction) with its lustrous plays of light on form, one of those arrangeme
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