Later after Bob died I made one mistake. I went off to St Barths in the French West Indies for a winter, the first of three. I had given up my loft on Pitt St and needed some place to leave my large Thompson painting that he gave me for bringing bringing back his work from Ibiza.
I thought Carol would be the best bet as she loved his work…….Well I as wrong. When I returned from the Islands I called her and asked when would be a good time to pick up Bob’s painting. Her reply was.”Bill, I no longer consider it your painting, I have had it stretched and framed” I was heart broken. I pleaded with her to no avail. She called me one day and said she felt bad about keeping the painting but had not changed her mind. She invited me over to her place on first Ave and Tenth St to select a gausch to make up for the painting. I thought it would be better than nothing. I went over and selected a gaucsh. My painting hung on the wall, she always had someone present when I visited. The irony of the whole story is that she had a fire in her apartment and the painting was destroyed. It would still be around if she had returned it to me. I can kind of understand how she felt about the work. His work was beginning to sell for decent sums of money and that was the only income she had. That’s life.