Discussing a woman the artist frequently saw on her commute in the 1940s, Helen Maudsley notes “I did a sketch at home, just from memory, and it looked the dead spit of her, but it didn’t. So, I had the drawing, and the more sketches I did, still looking like her, never looked like her, so I decided that I’d rearrange it slightly. So, I had the idea in my mind, and I did this, and I did that, and I pulled this and I took that out, and I did this and I did that, and I did this and I did that, and this and that and the other. And suddenly, there it is – it’s right! And I was very excited about it. But it didn’t look like any drawing I’d ever seen…”