So named because it echoes my sneeze every morning when I settle down to paint, rendered in detail from my garden in Zambia: 100 hours of pure pleasure behind the easal. Painting from my own back yard, I get to watch the seasons unfold over an intimately familiar landscape: all this mass of green undergrowth will die back during the year and, in the driest months, might be swept away by fire.

Oil on canvas 42x60cm