Painting by Bridget Coffey

IssueJune 2012

Image‘My mother, Bridget Coffey, never analysed her paintings. She had very little ego; she got absorbed in beautiful things. She spent her childhood summers in Switzerland with her father’s colleague, Carl Jung. The essence of her was an artist. She was able to capture the joyful. She gave up a life of privilege for something more benign and good – connection, humanness.’

Agatha Coffey