This lovely pastel of some dusky peaches[1] is one of the most beautiful pictures that we discovered with my mother when she was going through all Leonid's papers.
At that point we were putting all we could into conservation mounts. She looked at this picture in its intended mount and said: “no, no there's something not quite right about it. The foreground, you know, he loved these big foregrounds [2]; he would've done a bit more in the foreground. I'll go to the paint box and take some of the pastels out of it”.
And she, she snitched some of her father's pastels and did some scribbly tiny hair-lines in the foreground, which were actually absolutely characteristic of him – and characteristically unacceptable in her – as a responsible curator's piece of behaviour.