During our event last weekend, at some point I came across Peter and Oliver sitting quietly in a corner of the garden, with Peter sketching our house.
All of a sudden something that I watched from afar, manifested itself right in my own garden. I hadn’t realised until that moment that that could happen, even if in hindsight it seemed likely from the start.
It is really pleasing to have Peter visit us and then see him draw something right on the spot. Something being sketched or drawn by hand, feels to me as if it is being seen. (Where photos might more often have a quality of ‘something I may or may not have time to look at later)
Peter saw our house. Through the eyes of the artist.