This is a drawing of my local park. It is skirted by tall poplars. There is one beautiful little tree in the middle and the poplars standing guard around its borders make it seem important somehow. The park is generally filled with stupid happy dogs and very few yuppie wankers.

I have been meaning to start painting pictures of the park for a while. The paths make it compositionally pleasing from many angles, and I love the way poplars stretch themselves up all wonkily.

I think that Lucien and perhaps Camille Pissarro actually painted it. I would be curious to find out and see what they did.