From my childhood in Sydney, Australia, there was colour. My Scottish father, probably from a his background of misty greys , soft hues and heather, surrounded himself with strong bright colours in the choice of paintings and fabrics in the home so my family home was filled with colour.
My Fijian mother's domain was the garden and her green fingers meant there was beautiful coloured flowers, fruit and vegetables in abundance.
The house was filled with prints, with Gauguin one of the painters of choice. His understanding of colour and his tonal sense has always been with me.
I look forward to more! Sounds like a charmed childhood that led to a beautiful life with color... :)
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