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Aug 6, 2025
Media: oil on birch panel, shellac undercoat, unframed
Size: 6x6 in
When I was little, my mother always grew a large patch of nasturtiums. When they reached their riotous peak, I would pick them, bite off the end of their trumpet, and suck out the sweet and peppery nectar within. And so, when I see nasturtiums, it brings me immediately back to my mothers garden, and the long days of a child's summer. When I was little, my mother always grew a large patch of nasturtiums. When they reached their riotous peak, I would pick them, bite off the end of their trumpet, and suck out the sweet and peppery nectar within. And so, when I see nasturtiums, it brings me immediately back to my mothers garden, and the long days of a child's summer. |