This is not my own memory - as so often happens, when I am showing my memory paintings to someone, their memories are jiggled and they recount them to me. I was particularly struck by my friend Judith's memory of going into her father's private space after he died and seeing a lot of war memorial poppies hanging up. She knew his best friend was killed in the war - perhaps her Dad bought a poppy every year for his mate and remembered him in his quiet moments. With Judith's permission, I painted my mental image - I'm sure many details are not correct but as Judith said, the picture would represent many men of her father's generation who remembered in private.
Now in Judith's collection.