Monday 18 November 2013

One Year of Blogging


This week is the one year birthday of my blog. As such it seemed appropriate to appropriate a birthday present. This quilled art is a picture I recently made for my sister’s birthday.  I’ve used poppies again, this time paired with forget-me-nots and yellow roses. Making the strings of forget-me-not buds was the most satisfying part – I’m pleased they have a level of botanically accuracy as well as visual appeal.


Friday 15 November 2013

Wheatfield with Poppies




Poppies have a certain mystique. They have a complex history, bringing associations with war, with remembrance and graves and ‘foreign fields’, as Remembrance Day last week highlighted. They are also part of a summer day in the sun, time spent playing in a field. In the language of flowers they are associated with eternal sleep or oblivion. Their association with sleep is no doubt due to their pharmacological effects. Poppies can also mean consolation or pleasure, and the usual red flower associations of passion and love. Oddly, yellow poppies mean wealth. 

Travelling through Spain a few years ago, what really struck me, and remains vivid in my memory, was the red earth in the fields, with crops growing up and scattered with splashes of poppies, so dark they looked like the earth stained them too. I could understand why war poetry dwells so on poppies – and not just because they sprout in disturbed, war torn, fields. They’re the colour of blood – old blood in the earth, fresh blood in the bud.


Wheat fields with poppies are a classic and enduring image, beautiful but also full of layered meanings. I had great fun recreating such images. This is actually my second picture – the first didn’t quite work out, so remain half in pieces gathering dust on my table. The background is acrylic paint on card. The poppies and wheat were both great to quill (I’m particularly proud of the poppy centre), and I’ve already repeated the poppy design in a bunch of flowers I’ll post about soon.