The memories of flowers

I can be just as charmed by perfectly pink supermarket carnations as full-petalled David Austin roses. But in my mind there's always some kind of Platonic ideal of each flower. When I reach for carnations at the supermarket, it's usually because that peculiar anise smell transports me back to Grandad's garden in Limerick. For roses, it will always be the ones that grew in Mrs. Byrne's garden in Delgany. We used to run around her garden, playing tag around the flower beds and I always remember the rich fragrance and the squeals of the chase filling the air. For me, these paintings conjure the same kind of heady experience...

Artwork above by: Darlene Cole | Carmelo Blandino | Jamie Evrard | Bobbie Burgers
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