\”I don\’t do poppies.\” I said to them, these new fans of my work. Once said, that statement began to fester and refused to go away – so, I begin – a new painting and a new subject, flowers… poppies.
Just to do it and get it out there, to try something new to me – done everywhere, but never before in my studio.
So, here goes, I\’ll show you a few snaps and bring you on the journey:
Poppies in progress
Launched with a little word rhythm too.. why not?
Scarlet poppy red, orange
Bobbing head thrust in view,
In full sun they wave and bend
As if each flower and petal new.
No care, no stress, simply beauty bright
Rising out of whiskered pods
When glint of sun is gone, and night
Each, barely held high on bending rods.
Why then is the artist pulled to paint
To encase the vibrant life within
Repeat the beauty, each his own
Splash it here, and there, jump in.
Roll and play, and then again
As if in fields alone that day
Wandering, touching, reeling in
Inviting life, all else at bay.– Roxanne Vise