the flowers spoke your name cats much like a garden that

much like a garden that refuses to be dull

Kiss me in Pink brings back memories of laughing in the sunshine and running through fields of sweet smelling flowers with a childhood lover

a field of wildflowers stretching up towards the sunshine

The cool air touches my cheek

and bluebells

the flowers spoke your name cats much like a garden thatthe flowers spoke your name, oil on canvas, 120 x 120 x 4 cm This painting came from a feeling more than a moment. That sense of being surrounded by colour and movement, where everything feels alive and almost speaking back to you. I wanted this piece to feel immersive, like stepping into a garden in full bloom where the flowers blur into one another, layered, expressive and slightly untamed. The drips and splashes create a rhythm across the surface,