The dorrit and lobelia died with her

 

Oil, cloth, paper and plaster on canvas board 26" x 18"

Two of my earliest words I ever spoke were "dorrit" and "lobelia" which were tiny flowers my grandma had planted in her little garden. They grew alternately all round the edge of each plot and she used to take me by the hand and have me repeat the names repetitively as we walked round looking at the flowers.  Little dorrit is sometimes known as alyssum, a fragrant, small headed, white perennial. The lobelia come in different shades of blue and lilac. Grandma's were a dark royal blue.  I often want to go and peek over the fence at that house now and take a look at the garden but the lane has been closed off with security gates. Relying on memory is ok though. This isn't a painting of the flowers but rather the absence of the flowers.