I sometimes dream that all buildings will be planted up like this, even if not quite so artistically. Imagine whole streets of buildings covered in plants and flowers - amazing.
A couple of pieces by the legendary Beryl Cook, who ran a guest house with her husband, had no formal art training and started painting the local scenes around her in her thirties
She sadly departed nearly 10 years ago
I've loved her work since I was a teenager
I am feeling this today (or pretty much any other day) because I think it captures how equally beautiful and threatening the forces of nature are. And also just how static it seems, almost as if time itself has been frozen, yet there seems to be a tension there just waiting to erupt. I don't know, this painting just touches something within me everytime I look at it.