Mr. Woolston identifies with this, since he, too, is an artist and storyteller.
Harry tells Connie, “When I’m working on a portrait, I’m always thinking about everything that made my sitter the person they are, not just what’s visible on the canvas.”
“That’s it,” Connie replied. “It’s the sense that if the bird–jackdaw, magpie, rook…could talk, it would tell you its life story.”
That’s exactly why Connie Gifford desperately needs to know her own story, one that is clouded over with “vanished days.”