::Poppies in a vase::

Earlier in the week I invested in a small present
for myself. A little artistic perfection to put in a
vase.

I love it how poppies defy arrangement , but

gradually unfold in various perfections of composition.

A kind of work in progress, to watch as the week

continues. An artistic journey of sorts.

I love how they unfurl themselves, in all their crumpled

papery-ness. So somehow disheveled and new, yet so very

perfect at the same time. I find myself developing a favourite,

whose progress I watch. The salmon-y cream flower, which

reminds me of an Edwardian lady in layers of delicate, frilly

cotton.



And sometimes how they look like a watercolour

in progress, and I can almost feel the colours running

together in a watery blur of oranges and yellows.

Till it occurs to me that a spot of painting

would do me such a lot of good....and so I

keep myself entertained through a quite

average week, with thoughts of how I

would paint these poppies.....