Just like my intervention with the beech hedge, having to give it a severe pruning, my attempts at achieving a manicured garden are doomed to failure. I have inherited this garden 50 years too late, certain areas have gone out of control, or died off through neglect and can’t be turned around. I have to work with what I have got. What creates the interest for me is this struggle between my attempts at creating the perfect garden and the reality, plus my pigheadedness, which means I will never give up. As well as all of this, this painting will highlight my disastrous attempts at killing the dandelions leaving discoloured patches all over the lawn and the general imperfections of the rest of the garden.
The manicured garden. Day 1