An orphan, a dashing Russian prince, a love that spanned the globe and survived war and imprisonment, and a letter which led to a garden.
Tuesday, 7 February 2017
I recently took some drawing classes. The instructor asked each of us about our artistic interests. I was the only one who said "Botanical Art". "Oh" said the instructor disdainfully and moved on to a more interesting student. If only Marianne North had been there to set him straight. As well as being the preeminent botanical artist of her time she had no patience with fools.