it was the last day of school, 2011. i was in a tearing hurry, late as usual, to pick up my daughter. there she was, the last kid waiting amidst a pile of books, bags, & works to be brought home at the end of the year. we loaded ourselves up & headed back to the car.
suddenly she stopped.
“ooh Mum! look at him!” she crooned “so cute & tiny, all on his own!”
i turned to see her crouching next to a tiny perfect red poppy, growing by itself out of the crack in the pavement. i’d walked straight past that little piece of magic twice..
my brain is fractured i think: this is how i end up painting the world. it looks like an apocalypse, but it’s not a bad thing really. apocalyptic dreams & fantasies are regular occurrences for me, & there’s always a sense of excitement. look how beautiful it is!
oil on board, 60 X 45cms reference photo