The tiled fireplace with a three-bar fire propped in front, the mid-century furniture stacked with dusty papers, the donkey jacket, the discarded betting slips, the brown shoes kicked under a chair.
This living room was where labourer Eric Tucker once sketched and painted scenes from his working-class life – albeit quietly, self-taught and without recognition or income.
The front parlour in an end-of-terrace council house he shared with his brother Tony and war-widowed mum in Warrington, Cheshire, has now been recreated in an art gallery in London.
