The textures and scent of the broken rosemary twig, the crunch and colour of the fallen leaves. When you can no longer go outside, these things are very important: in a sterilised environment they still smell of the earth.
Art project in residential care home, North London, Autumn 2013
I’m glad these folks are getting to experience these things I hope it floods them with happy memories like a Proustian Madeleine.