Thursday, June 28, 2012
poppies and margaritas in a jar
9" x 9"
Yesterday I went to the nearby poppy fields and it was a very windy day.
I picked some poppies and margaritas and take them home, placed them in a jar and then I wondered how on earth I could justify their beauty, passion, sence of freedom and most of all their delicate existence in my painting. Looking at the fields from a far distance they look so red and strong and looking at them closely they feel so desperately delicate.