Jo Brookshaw News Today

At an old fruit orchard, I sat in the afternoon sun in a quiet, sunlit room. I laid out a still-life arrangement, the "fruits of the harvest" – ripe lemons, pomegranates, mandarins... plucked from trees I had walked amongst, chosen for their colour, their aroma, their flavour. Selected amongst thousands of others (mostly green), and gathered together on the table, with much care and thought. Likewise, paint colours were laid out on my palette - reds, oranges, yellows, greens and browns - brus...