It began on a quiet morning walk. I was struck by how alive those flowers still were—enduring late into the year. The morning sun cast long, dramatic shadows, and suddenly the scene began to speak to me.

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Everything felt alive, in motion—a sense of connection between the flowers, the house, and the car. They became a metaphor for my own experience of life at that time: beauty, endurance, and change.

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When the painting was finished, it carried both warmth and a quiet sense of loss.

Even after I brought it to the gallery, its presence lingered in my studio. It still does. Its memory remains.

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Available at Earls Court gallery, Hamilton On Canada

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