I found this mysterious park nearby…
The Turn-of-the-Century grounds of a rose garden estate, now in ruins. I’m sitting on the stairs of one of the many victorian greenhouse foundations, covered in moss and ivy.
A little toadstool.
Whats left of the rose greenhouses. I love the red graffiti marks, it feels like a ghost of a rose.
Shivers! Now my hairs on end…
Found some pottery shards and wondered if they could have been from the lone woman that inhabited the property.
This tree was HUGEEEEE!! And the whole woods were COVERED in ivy from the estate that once stood there. Very pretty.
A painting that I started, acrylics on 300 lb. coldpress wc paper
closeup of her…still in progress…
Her on my earthy arty table of turquoise, blues and greens. Still not done with her…
