The Last Unhurried Painter in Europe
The studio is on the third floor of a building near Santo Spirito. There are no labels on the door. There is, in one corner, a Knole sofa with most of its springs gone, and on the easel a portrait that has been there, Harker concedes, for the better part of a year.
“He paints the way one’s grandfather might have written letters — slowly, by hand, and as though every word might be the last one anyone reads.”
— Vanity Fair, “The Slow Hand”