The piece on the left is called ‘Dancer at the Window’. I was very keen on modern dance and for awhile, at Phipp Street, Elizabeth and I were members of Saddlers Wells and went regularly. We even danced on the stage at one Christmas party for friends. Round the time of this piece I’d read Isadora Duncan’s biography. When she first came to London with her kids she knew no one. One day she’s dancing with them in private gardens where she’s staying. These key gardens are all over central London. This particular one was, in my time, the gardens in front of the College’s Halls of Residence in Chelsea. It’s dawn, her kids are bare foot, as is she, diaphanous robes barely clothe them. They move through the dawn mist in a free form dance celebrating the sun. She is seen from one of the apartments and makes quite an impression and that gives her an introduction to London society. Hence ‘Dancer at the Window’.