Every year, a chum holds a garden party on her birthday. Her organic garden is fantastic, hewn from a steep and uncompromising hillside, every inch of ground packed with exquisite flora. No flashy architectural hard landscaping, no astroturf, just the outcome of years of hard work and a great love of plants.
I don’t find it easy to draw plants, greenery, landscape, so I just let myself be guided by the play of water on the heavyweight Khadi paper, the randomness of the marks made with Derwent Inktense blocks and the rhythms of the musicians playing into the dusky evening.
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