Evelyn Williams was an artist of fierce determination and tenacity, working every day, all day, until the last few weeks of her life. In the eloquent and revealing studio workbooks she kept over these last years, she once observed: “I take on the emotional lives of the people I invent... hoping by getting under their skin and becoming part of them I shall be able to release them from their suffering.” She put on occasional, critically acclaimed, shows at major public spaces such as the Whitechapel, Ikon, Mead and Sheffield art galleries, interspersed with long periods of silence . Collectors, though, remained constant, and many of them became friends.Never achieving the public or critical profile of such contemporaries as Lucian Freud, Frank Auerbach or Paula Rego, she was none the less an artist who spoke with an unmistakable directness and warmth of feeling. At times visionary, feminist, Romantic and apocalyptic, she was essentially an acute and highly sympathetic observer of people and their attempts to relate to one another. [The Telegraph]