I left villa Pisani Bolognesi Scalabrin with one last drawing which has been languishing half finished in my portfolio. Sometimes you need to just walk away from a picture. In the past it would have been torn up and ditched. Now I stop and think.
An unhappy drawing can often be a liberation. Colour, at the end of the day is no more than reflected light that changes, grows and dims. With that thought in mind this drawing is a product of memory. The colours in the garden are vivid, the shadows deep in purples and greys. This is an exploration of what might be, finished from the heart of a memory.