The Water Lilies, 2013

Having watched the water lilies grow in my Mothers abandoned pool over a number of years, I have been struck by a range of emotions; from loss of those carefree Summer moments spent in that pool to an almost despair at what it has become. However, over time and much reflection I have come to appreciate it's wild beauty and changing  form. I sometimes see it as a portrait; depending on the light or the angle, of either my Mother or my Father.
The canoes harbour promise yet remain anchored to the ground.