After the loss of my grandad 'Mr Prince' this piece was the first of many that followed.  What inspired this piece is my realisation that conversations we shared had a begining a middle and an end.  Each phase filled with love. 
The potted grass on the left represents how I would be asked aboout my wellbeing, my family, and course what's new.
The potted grass in the middle represents his love that felt without limit.  The talk of those present and those who no longer graced us, stories untold and the love of the world around us.  I never got board nor did I tire.
The third pot on the right, the last phase, a lesson to be had.  Always ended on a good note, this was my turn to talk.  We often sat quietly during the end of conversation the reflection of our exchange always felt most profound and lasting joy.  Each blade of grass a rrepresentation of the fun topics and noted smiles.
The colours intuitively chosen.