It reminded me of a similar experience I had with a previous client,who wished me draw out his own individual fantasies.
They were rather baroque-one or two I published, but left others for him to enjoy himself.
I never really knew him though. He would simply write to me, give me the brief, and yet nothing besides. I knew what was closest to his heart but not even the barest knowledge of what he did for a living, for example. Such an inverted relationship, when I think about it.

After I’d drawn five fantasies for him I learnt he had cancer and had to go into hospital, so, as he had given me a phone number, I made an attempt to talk. Unlike the movies it didn’t quite go into talking about all the things we should have said previously. Instead there was a stiff awkwardness as if we weren’t following our tested protocol. I didn’t know what to say, nor did he, really. But I hoped it cheered him a little.
I learnt shortly after he had died from one of his helpers-I didn’t even know if he was married or had next of kin.

I wondered about where my drawings ended up.
I guess they were trashed by someone who cared not to look at them, or to understand what he really loved.

Maggie-Thanks. Sometimes sweetness comes into play many times with my clients which initially surprised me.

Sardax-Thanks for sharing that story. I too wondered where the pictures I had sent him had gone. Like you I figured they were thrown away by someone who didn’t understand. I checked out your site and your drawings rock!