Tag: Red
Poppy field in the rain
As a child, poppies captured my imagination like nothing else. I imagined them speaking to me in red hues, and I whispered to them each spring, waiting until the next. Until I grew up and my eyes searched for them even in autumn, yearning for their fragile petals and their presence. From solitary walks in…
The beginnings of a poppy field in my dreams
Painting my lingering fascination with red poppy fields in watercolour. Possibly the wild flower I am most enamoured of and with which I have an inexplicable affinity.