fig.1 | oil painting | 8x8" SOLD
I was trying to catch the exquisite pleasure of munching fresh figs - a fairly recent discovery for me. A Christmas packet of squashed-together-figs and a barge of dried dates were always knocking around the fruit bowl well into the New Year, when all the satsumas were long gone. But they were the dried-up golden variety.
Nothing wrong with them. Quite like them in fact. But it was a while before I realized that figs are not flat and wizened and all about those crunchy seeds
Not a hint of the honeyed, moist flesh of the fresh ones; the joy of soft, fuzzy skin yielding to plump, rosy...
a-hem ... excuse me, I must just go and eat a fig...
PS - this one sold before it was even finished, let alone dry! But you can still buy a print on Etsy - free US shipping
Look out for fig.2...coming soon