The last few years of Bob Haberfield’s life he spent less time painting, he started to feel that he was running out of things that he wanted to express. his work throughout his life had been so varied, broad and far reaching. he had explored so many different styles and subjects he felt like he was running out of things to say. This also became manifest in his daily life. He slowed down, spending much of his time listening to music in his studio watching the wildlife in his garden and reading poetry. Rumi being his favourite and he read everything of his that he could get his hands on.

He continued to sketch and he started playing around sketching the emotions and feelings that the music he was listening to braught to the surface. without trying to control the direction of the sketch. This whimsical style stared to develop and at each turn he found himself looking for that something that was unknown and unseen by him before. he had spent most of his career studying other artists, trying to learn their techniques then making them his own. but now he was looking for a style that was purely his, his last word.

Here is a small collection of those drawings