Helen Bradley

Helen Bradley Studio Ltd.
W. H. Patterson, London, where acquired by the present owner in the late 1970s

London, W. H. Patterson, Summer Exhibition of Helen Bradley, 13th - 30th June 1979, cat. no.3.

The board is sound and appears to be very slightly bowed. There appear to be a few light surface scratches near the lower left and lower right corners. There appear to be a few minor spots of isolated surface matter across the board, otherwise the work appears in good overall condition. Ultraviolet light reveals an opaque varnish. One or two spots flouresce but these appear to be by the hand of the artist. Held in a gilt wood frame. Please telephone the department on 0207 293 6424 if you have any questions about the present work.
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The inscription by the artist on the reverse reads:

On Saturday afternoon, whilst staying with Uncle John and Aunt Josephine in Manchester, we always went for a walk to the Park because, as Uncle John said, the children could run about, the Ladies could take turns in pushing Marion in her pram, and the Gentlemen could talk to their hearts content. How George and I loved it, I always begged to walk as far as the little gate so that I could look through to the beautiful houses and the quiet road where only smart carriages drawn by dainty horses went and there were nurse maids taking tiny tots for a walk. It was very quiet and peaceful and someday, I told George, I would go and live in one of those lovely houses and he could come and live in it with me and the year was 1907.