Story: This is the place where I come to see the blossoms, for here they bloom in a way unlike anywhere else. The trees don't line the path, the product of some grand design, standing at attention like rows of good pink soldiers, fallen petals diligently swept away by human hands. Instead, they find themselves where forces of nature have placed them, their trunks having twisted to follow the sun, their branches reaching for the sky and stooping to the ground. The gate is always open at this time of year, left ajar by kindred souls who like things a little messy, a little random. So come here if you favour broken fence poles, soft earth strewn with petals, and a little mud on your shoes. For this is a place of wild blossoms, and it must never change.
Media: Acrylic and mixed media
Surface: Cartridge paper (acid-free, 220gsm)
Size: A2 (23.4" x 16.5"; 59.4cm x 42cm)
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