Since I returned from Ohio and Quilt National (check out my reports on that trip here), I have not spent a great deal of time in the studio... You see, my garden is a riot of poppies. They have invaded the perennial flower bed and, because the spring rains were generous, they are as tall as I am (five foot three...) and dwarfing the perennials - even the roses. It's quite the show right now.
In another corner of my garden, oriental poppies have taken over an herb bed, and provide a dramatic contrast to the sage and lavender.
Nobody sees a flower, really, it is so small. We haven't time - and to see takes time like to have a friend takes time.
If I could paint the flower exactly as I see it no one would see what I see because I would paint it small like the flower is small. So I said to myself - I'll paint what I see - what the flower is to me but I'll paint it big and they will be surprised into taking time to look at it - I will make even busy New Yorkers take time to see what I see of flowers.
...Well, I made you take time to look at what I saw and when you took time to really notice my flower you hung all your own associations with flowers on my flower and you write about my flower as if I think and see what you think and see of the flower - and I don't.
- Georgia O'Keeffe (click here for her bio and slide shows of her work)
Oriental poppies are the show girls of the garden. There is something over-the-top about these flowers, even or especially when they start to come apart, after a day or two... This one got sprinkled when I was watering and I just loved the water droplets on the petals.
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