Pierre Bonnard attends to
each tree with individual rigour. He has all day to make life of this bayside
garden. Supplemental gold is logical with July wattle starting and his soft
blacks suffice to map out she-oaks and ironbarks. Perhaps it’s one of the
Cheltenham golf courses he frequented for a time, not for sport but the flora.
With faultless outline he gets at the essential singularity of over-the-top
banksias as skilfully as sandy scrub-bushes with delicate grey veins and purple
diamond flowers. But pattern is only one element. Air, light, colour, substance
are the subjects of his steady gaze.
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