I was asked most politely the other day to take one shelf in the studio (and many more later, one by one) and look through its contents, clean, clear and discard according to what we needed, what we could use and what we had just kept for a memory. 

I realised that Daddy was a lot like me when it came to storing pieces of work. He drew on practically everything, let it fly around, made stacks of insignificant drawings mixed with fantastic ones, wrote with what he drew and generally didn't bother about keeping it all neatly, safely.

I came to imagine that maybe he designed this as a lesson in the joy of discovery. 

This is his first letterhead. I love it, especially with the drawings on the left.