I went to my friend's this morning. We drank tea and planned a weekend in September for an exhibition:
Natasha will open her garden ,and I will exhibit work, painting in the garden. The weekend is the 13th and 14th of September. We discussed the idea of a private view, on the Friday, but, rightly, Natasha fears for her more delicate flora, the risk of a drunken body tumbling over in the fading light (probably mine).
We have a building, in which the work will be exhibited.It does need a window and electricity, but we are high on the adrenaline of a new project, and optimistic.
It was sketching in Natasha's garden, last summer, that drew me from my studio, and back outdoors, to work again.
Her garden is freshly cut back and weeded, awaiting the new flush of growth that will overtake the narcissi and snowdrops.
Her garden, Fowberry Mains is in the yellow book, and is open this summer, for the first time.