Natalie Squire


It’s impossible for me not to be cheerful when confronted with this image. The splash of egg-yolk yellow, the colour of a fluffy baby chick. The open-handed gesture, seeds scattered ready to germinate and grow.

You’re quite right, there is no hint of rural idyll here.

There is a backdrop of a concrete painted wall, boldly striped by yellow lines. We can’t see it but the ground is likely to be asphalt and with tar aromas rising on the summer air. Not soft tilled earth, pungent with a fertile, decaying fragrance.

But look at that wide spreading hand and tell me you don’t think of a happy farmer under a warm summer sun, sowing seed that will be nourished with care until the day the harvest begins.


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