Poppies. Fields of colour. Fragile paper skirts. So short lived, the first dance is the last. They don’t need a scent to attract us. They don’t need to move into our homes to prove themselves in crowded flower vases . They just stay where they are, convinced that we will come to them.
I think we poppy-lovers would form an impressive club, if we would join forces worldwide to loudly praise (or secretly admire) this flower.
What I’m praising here is the poppy architecture, its skeleton. Because in the aftermath of that one-day dance party, you know there is this…
I’m thinking of how to translate this to metal, and of course there are many ways. Just look at the flat round tops with the crossed marks. Silver, copper…? Or… thousands of ways, as with anything. And if time allowed, I would bring out my linocut tools again, this looks so inviting for prints.
I want to share with you a few other poppy posts from earlier this year, from blogs that I do recommend:
Orange pop by poppytump
Summer whites by Bluebrightly
Delicate & Complex by Broken Light Photography Collective
So many different poppy versions out there: round or slender, colourful or pale, dressed or naked, alive or dead. Still poppies, and so beautiful.
In the meantime, I will not rush or force any ideas here, I’ll just do what any poppy would do: Stay where I am, and let the ideas (and the time) come to me.
I’m curious to know: Are there poppies where you live? And do you have a favourite here, the well-dressed dancing poppy or the naked well-shaped after-party version?
The poppy is dead, long live the poppy – I hope you get inspired!