Clematis grew everywhere. Walls were covered- as if the vines knew these buildings were hundreds of years old and they needed a little sprucing up.
I can not see a thistle without thinking about my best friend Victoria in Scotland. The first time I ever traveled out of the country, I went to see her. It was an amazing trip that changed me in many ways. She picked a thistle for me before I left. I pressed it in a very heavy encyclopedia, and kept it until it literally disintegrated in my hands.
When I became an art major in college, thistles were a consistent theme throughout my work.
These thistles were growing all over the Cliffs of Dover- some were covered in spines...and others had purple tufts of petals on top.
Walls of roses...
...and fields of grapes.
I have always been a sucker for nature. It inspires me daily.