When I was very young and growing up in Queensland I had a secret hideaway where I could be in the shade and look out into our baking back yard. For company I had these flowers, which I dreamily thought of as tiny fairies ( or ‘faeries’ as I later used in spelling ). I’ve no idea what genus they belonged to, though they were possibly honeysuckle or jasmine, and I’m pretty sure the flowers I’ve painted don’t actually exist. It was a very long time ago, and this is how I remember them. To me they were simply fairy flowers, and a wonderful memory to cherish. I seldom paint reality, apart from despised portrait commissions which are fortunately few and far between. I found this painting in my portfolio, and thought I’d like to share it. It was painted loosely in oils, and there are obvious flaws in colour and composition. Anyway, I’ve decided to put it up, as it is different to most of my work, and the painting takes me back to a more innocent time, and pleases me.