This painting is another one of the visual souvenirs about my darling girls.
My younger daughter was nearly 16 at the time. A big girl but a baby at heart.
On the way to her school, there is a roadside flower shed where one can buy cut flowers, depositing the payment through the slot in the wood counter. One Saturday, Alina and I were on our way to the school for the robotics club, and we were a little ahead of time. We drove by the shed, and she noted that there were chrysanthemums there today.
– Do you want to buy some?
– I always want to buy something from there, – she said longingly.
I turned the car around, and we spent a few happy minutes at the shed picking this bunch for £3.
The rest of the way to school, she sat there with the flowers in her hands, looking like a toddler with a new toy, making my heart sing because I could make this little dream of my child come true.
For Alina, that episode was over. I spent the next couple of weeks drawing and painting these flowers.