THE OLIVE GARDEN

When in Kew Gardens, my favourite spot is the Mediterranean garden, with its Tuscan olive trees, stone pines, grasses, ferns and lavender.
A narrow path leads you through the silvery grove and when the wind blows, it orchestrates a symphony of subtle sounds and scents.

This is a memory drawing of that place.

Marks and lines, at times broken, seemingly unfinished, they stop and then start again, almost like trying to form a sentence whilst remembering.