Duncan Grant
Pots of Colour and Bloomsbury Hearth-Fires
Paint on my sleeves, flowers in the garden, and chaos on the canvas.
My days begin with the light through dusty windows and end with debates over supper and a leaky roof. I paint what I see and feel—sometimes canvases, sometimes curtains, sometimes teacups. I've loved, lived, and argued for beauty in every curve and splash. Charleston is not just a house; it's a living gallery, and I am merely its devoted caretaker.
What I'm Into: distemper, Vanessa's laughter, Omega pottery, Venetian reds, Sussex light
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