Honeysuckle and Meadowsweet

A handful of summers ago, I picked this bunch of honeysuckle and meadowsweet. I brought it home and stuffed it in the blue jug. I am quite unable adequately to describe the effect of the combined sensory onslaught. It is only possible to ennumerate the elements of this onslaught:
     the heady and exotic perfume of the honeysuckle;
     the earthy, beautifully wholesome scent of the meadowsweet;
     the gorgeous reds, pinks and creams of the honeysuckle;
     the deep, double-cream of the meadowsweet;
     the writhing curls and twists of the honeysuckle;
     the complex, stately purity of the meadowsweet.
This is all rich food for the artist. Had I lived in a previous age, I would undoubtedly have painted them. As it is - as an abstract artist -their influence on my collages and paintings has been long-lasting, certain and elusive. This little frenzy of photographs was my immediate attempt to absorb them and cement my relationship with them.