The loot of a walk - To my Granny

This swatercolor is painted on Fabriano 140lbs artist's paper with Winsor & Newton artist paints. When I was a child, I used to spent my summer time with my Grandmother in the south of Italy. Over there ’t was an explosion of flowers colors and fragrances, and always there I learnt to recognize the different flowers that I preferred, passionflowers, oleanders and bougainvilleas of course. Every morning my granny and I went outside for a long walk to reach the center of the town and do our food shopping at the open market, the heat killed me each time, the only relief we had was to stop and sit on a little wall under the warm shadows of the flowered trees. What happened next I’m a bit embarrassed to tell, but she always lengthened her hand and picked a little bunch of flowers for the table. That was the loot of the walk! My Granmother's passed away this winter at the considerable age of 95, and I love to fly with my mind at the time when we could stay longer together.