Recently have spent countless blissful days in an allotment that belongs to my very dear friend Marita, on the outskirts of my native Amsterdam. Simply to be there – to spend my hours there, working away at nurturing the garden – provides a lively sense of inspiration for my life and work as an artist.
For its natural beauty, and for the beauty of the friendship that exists there, I am reminded of the simple joys of life. In this garden, there is a great variety of wild and domesticated plants. I love the rill and the fruit trees, but I love the flowers most of all.
Not long ago we met an unexpected ...
There are approximately 292 more words in this article.
To read the rest of this article, please buy this issue, or join the Resurgence Trust. As a member you will receive access to the complete archive of magazines from May 1966.
If you are already a member, please Sign in
