Friday, July 24, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
5"x7" Oil on Canvas
This is the fourth in my series on Poppies. This piece will be available at the Final Friday Art Walk at the Pendleton Art Center in Cincinnati,Ohio on July 31st, 6:00 -10:00 pm.
5"x7" Oil On Canvas Board.
I finished this piece last night and tried to get a quick shot of it when the sun came back out. I love pears. They are so sweet, no matter how you prepare them. They are a great desert with a little sweet wine and cheese, like we use to have in Italy. So far the squirrels have gotten to more of the ones on the tree than I have. I'm always looking for good recipes to use them in. If you have a favorite recipe you would like to share,add it to the comments or email it to me. I look forward to trying it.
It has rained here in Cincinnati since Tuesday evening. Yesterday it looked more like a fall day in October than a mid-summer day in July. The air turned cool and I even had to close a number of windows. Hopes were high that when we got up this morning summer would of returned. It wasn't in the cards for us. Finally at 2:30 this afternoon the sun peeked through the clouds. I grabbed my camera and got a few shots of these fantastic sunflowers. Nothing rivals the summer colors of sunflowers. I truly understand why Van Gogh painted so many different arrangements of the "sunflower" What they lack in aroma (once inside they have an unpleasant smell to me) is certainly outdone by their remarkable ability to present an almost unlimited range of yellows and golds.
I welcome their reminder of summer as the clouds return and the sky turns gray. Ah, to long for the hot, sunny days of summer!
Friday, July 10, 2009
5"x7" Oil on Canvas Board
I first saw the common red (corn) Poppy while in Europe. They are in the fields in the early spring. I was able to order some seeds this spring and will sow them this fall. I'm looking forward to their arrival next spring. I had always called them Flanders Poppies and can remember small ones being sold for a donation on Memorial Day when I was a child. It has been a long time since I have seen them.
This memory drove me to research the story behind their name. It seems that after a major war red poppies seem to pop up in the battlefields and soldiers graves. The heavy turning of the soil from the battle and bombardment keeps the soil turned over and the dormant seeds sprout. The most detailed example of this occurred on Flanders Field, Belgium. A Major John McCrae wrote a poem after experiencing the death of a friend and former student. The poem "In Flanders Fields" was nearly not published.Major McCrae threw it away and it was picked up and submitted by a fellow officer.The last line of the poem is most telling;
" If you break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields."
Lest we not forget those who have given their all for our freedom.