This piece is a tribute to my late grandfather, Terry. He would peel and chop me an apple whenever I saw him, and we’d take them on hikes around Brecon and Monmouth.
He was terrible at arranging flowers; he’d never trim them or take the leaves off whenever I brought some round. He’d just dump in the pot.
Oil on canvas.
|Dimensions||92 × 92 cm|
1 in stock