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Oil on deep canvas, 20" x 16", unframed
There is something irresistible to me about the varied shapes of vessels – planters, jugs, vases, urns – objects I’d put around the garden, either to hold plants or as decorative additions. Once, A Garden was inspired not only by those objects, but by a new reality aging and osteoarthritis have brought on, a reality that means gardening has become more pain than pleasure. The vessels, now empty.