My mother loved flowers and we always had roses, supplemented with various other things according to the time of year. Marigolds - African, English, French - were a mainstay of her planting and I vividly remember the colour and smell of them, not a scent as such but rather a kind of green aroma they gave off. I tried to capture that essence in this piece, done with oil pastels on watercolour paper.
Tuesday, 10 July 2007
I was thinking about the gardens of my childhood the other day and all the flowers we used to have, many of which have fallen out of fashion or are rarely seen now. One of the plants which always spelled summer to me as a little girl was the marigold. Or more properly marigolds, plural.