![]() Piet’s collection of mugs filled with markers and coloured pencils is parked over to the side. The maestro himself sits in his usual chair, making us buttered rolls with fresh herring and onions picked up that morning in the nearby town of Zutphen.Īnja pops in to say hello and then vanishes off to curl up in the farmhouse with her weekend newspaper. ![]() My wife Troy and I are guests for a casual lunch at Hummelo seated around the work table in the middle of Piet’s home studio. ![]() Imagine this: A bright Saturday afternoon in the Netherlands last September interrupted by sheets of rain. My first glimpse of Piet Oudolf At Work on Phaidon Press could hardly have happened at a more auspicious time and place. ![]()
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