I have been drawing a lot of poppies lately and I'm not entirely sure why.
I know the bright red makes me happy every time I look at it. I know the way the thin stem moves elegantly is poetry in itself. And I know that when I surround myself with them I can transport myself into a poppy forest with big giant poppies all dancing to the wind and me caught into one of those euphoric moments where everything is perfect, harmonious and beautiful. No better place than this.
Now if only one could hold on to this beautifully balanced moment for forever.
