Friday 18 June 2010

THE CRAMBE OBSESSION


My mother used to lover her giant Crambe - on the edge of the pavement, it used to stop pedestrian traffic in Coniston.
I also remember a fabulous bed of Crambe and foxgloves at Askham Hall some years ago on an open gardens day.

My mother was a keen gardener as was her father. He was also a watercolourist and we have a painting of his garden in Liverpool full of roses and biplanes flying overhead.

At the Nook this is the first flowering and provides a dramatic backdrop to the roses and catmint.
Later, when it is over there are grasses behind to last through the winter. Of course, also, it all hides the septic tank from the house - a persistent problem.


I have tried to conceal
the tank with a small "hedge" of buddleia . As access is important I cannot just submerge it in something like ground cover - and it is hardly a piece of sculpture - though, when one looks at the things that are produced now a green plastic septic tank would fit in nicely - studded with diamonds!

Mmm! Should I submit it to the R.A. Summer Exhibition next year? Would the Saatchi Gallery be interested? Would Christie's sell it for a million or two?
Buit what to call it? - Septic Tank Shark? An Unmade Septic Tank?
Would its contents be a comment on the state of Modern Art?
If the artist says it is art then it is art!?
Is it?

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