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From the artist:
I grew up in the countryside of Kent so picking fruit was a common summer activity every year. Apples, pears, cherries and strawberries were always my favourite to eat and pick. As an adult, these days its a rare thing to go fruit picking as supermarkets supply us with everything we need and now I live in a city. Those days are long gone. As well as painting landscapes I still occassionly like to create still lifes. The is something controllled and contrived about placing object in space and out of its usually environment. This decaying cherry is probably one of the smallest paintings I have produced. I feel its a metaphor to how I feel as I get older and the youthful days of fleshy ripe cherry picking is over. Its inevitably decay in every living thing but the loss of vitality and youth is something I don't cherish! This cherry is withering away not so full of bright redness. A stem of fragility and grey shadow of old age.