Autumn, and umbellifers are bleached as white and black as bones against the rust of decay seen in montbretia and bracken. Aloft, a fistful of seeds awaits the breeze that will both topple and untether, parent and seed, today and tomorrow – gifting future abundance. This oil painting is a work in progress, as patiently and with immense curiosity I investigate the dance of decay in the Cornish hedgerow…
