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Lost impetus

Dear reader,

The sun fills the thinking room highlighting the ruby red of the wine in the glass.
I take a sip and its smokiness enhances a post lunch laxity.

I have lost all impetus. The days have flown and ever since I said goodbye to Monty I have hardly touched the garden or thought about this blog. After all, there are so many voices out there that are so much better at expressing the 'thing' that is garden making.

I recently read Grayson Perry's advice to aspiring artists - do not try to be global but be more like a celebrated local cheese !
So I've been slowly maturing.
I like that as an aim - to have some integrity - to be rooted and know yourself and your terroir so that the final expression has real connection.

The garden has become neglected - much like many of our gardens at this time of year. My concentration has shifted to making artwork on a scale and output not seen from me since my college days. Perhaps it is due to my mid-life crisis this need to be se…

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