All scarves

Torch ginger opening over a sand ground

Iris in full stem, twice over

The same leaves, cooler weather

Foliage under a high sun

Leaves reduced to their outlines

One palmette, given the whole square

Houndstooth, framed and centred

A quiet diamond, twice told

Bands that refuse to line up

Medallions in a marching order

Iris laid on the diagonal

A pavilion and its long shadows

A porch drawn in rose

The cool side of the house

An arch and everything framed by it

Check, softened almost to nothing

Floor tiles, promoted to silk

A small wave, endlessly

Ikat, with the blur left in

Tulips drawn in a single line

A dot, repeated with conviction

Barely there, entirely deliberate

Damask and the discipline it takes

Arcs of weather over water

One motif, reflected and reflected

A spiral that keeps its nerve

Two curves meeting at the centre

Plaited line on an oyster ground

A bouquet caught mid-gesture

Poppies scattered over houndstooth

A city seen from directly above

The plan redrawn, warmer

A compass rose, pointing everywhere

Pressed stems on a shifting ground

A path with one way through

Black, white and no middle ground

A knot that never quite closes

Fans opening out of deep blue

Narcissus opening from a single point

Jasmine held in a green trellis

Paisley at its most talkative

A village garden, mirrored four ways

Shutters down, awnings still out

The same street at golden hour

A market street, drawn flat

Gilt scrollwork on a spotted ground

Rope, looping back on itself

Lattice drawn at speed

A lotus with nouveau manners

Four panels, one conversation

Every colour the dye house had

White roses on a field of black