When I was growing up this painting hung on the wall above the television. I didn't pay much attention to it, frankly I didn't care for art very much.
I feel differently these days of course. I squealed with delight when I found a room filled with Degas in the Met when I was visiting New York. I am consistently green with envy when I see beautiful paintings on Antiques Roadshow. And I often think art collecting would be an exciting hobby if I ever had the money.
My Mum has wonderful taste. This painting belongs to her.
The delicate blue plumbago seemed like a pretty accompaniment.
I've just spent a few weeks at her home on the south coast, picking flowers and taking photos. I can't wait to return at Easter time and see what is flowering then.
Styling and Photographs by Moss & Vine