While I was in London, my David Austin roses burst into bloom. What a homecoming! They smell wonderfully lemony and fresh.
What Possessed Me
A blog about fixation, fascination and unhealthy infatuation.
(And the occasional baby panda.)
What Possessed Him
Color possesses me. I don't have to pursue it. It will possess me always, I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour: Color and I are one. I am a painter.