A whimsical perspective on the view that greets us as we fly into Christchurch. Without fail the words of Carole King always plays in my head as I look down on the Canterbury Plains.
“My life has been a tapestry Of rich and royal hue An everlasting vision Of the ever-changing view A wond'rous woven magic In bits of blue and gold A tapestry to feel and see Impossible to hold”
With Christchurch being my birthplace, when I see this view, it feels like a welcoming mat stretched out below my feet.
Acrylic and ink on a linen panel, floated under flats in a shadow box frame
