A kaliedascope of colour castes here! I'll have to add a comment or two later, as I have been called down for my medicinal vin rouge, I regret to say...
Right, here we go....The PC6/6B paintings, shown in intriguing reverse order, I posted just out of interest, a very pretty car, and the first Indy car I was commissioned to cut away. RP also asked for the renderings, the info for the 6B obtained at Silverstone when the Indy 'circus' came over for the double-header at Brands and Silverstone. Unfortunately the 'phone remained silent until I was asked to do a rendering of the PC8, the aborted sports-racer, and in those days I did not have the self-confidence to call and ask if I could have access to a car and do a cutaway on spec. So, no PC7 unfortunately, Brian!
However, Essex Petroleum, or more correctly, David Thieme's interest in cutaways meant a commission for the PC9, and this, I think, kick-started RP's commissioning of the PC9B, PC10 and PC11. I went to Upton to see the PC12, or was it 13?, but wasn't asked to do a cutaway, and all went quiet untill the PC16, then PC17, but I was then told that Pennzoil wanted to use another illustrator for the PC18. By this time I was more forceful, and asked if I could do it anyway, just for my own pleasure. I was given the OK, worked like crazy to get it finished in a very short time - only to be told that the other illustrator had let them down! I thought - 'That's a bloody shame!'
Nick Goozee told me that RP was visiting the factory on a certain date, and he felt it would be appropriate for me to be present when he was shown the artwork, so it was mounted and framed, I put on my one suit, and waited for the big moment. The cutaway was hung in NG's office, and after a while RP walked in, said Hi and turned to the cutaway. He looked, moved forward, peered, moved back, and turned to me. "And to think they wanted to use another artist!" he snorted. A moment that I wish had been video'd so I could replay it when I felt low and useless!
The only slight fly in the ointment, apart from a rather bizzare grey 'brocade' suit that I had chosen, was that I had been persuaded by a girl friend that I would look
really cool with an ear-ring, so I'd had one ear pierced. I was aware that RP's gaze shifted once or twice to my left ear-lobe, and after he'd left NG's office he passed the office door a couple of times, each time looking in and again, fixing my ear-ring with a steely glance. I said to NG "Does RP not approve of ear-rings?" and was told "No, he's not keen!" So that was the end of the ear-ring - I may be swayed occasionally, but I'm not stupid.