My father’s irises.
I’m back from a short visit to the South of France, and this is the first painting I’ve done since I got back. (oooh, no lines between the colours! That’s unusual for me, it will be interesting to see if I revert to my usual style on the next painting: the wonderful bluebell woods in Grosmont. The hazy delicacy of the bluebells doesn’t lend itself to lines, so this looser approach may be right…)

Les Iris de mon pere.
Acrylics on canvas, 50x70cm