Poppy is one of my favorite blooms, a crepey, explosion of color from tiny pods and bristly, lacy, greens. Craning over the garden, promenading exuberantly in full, fluttery gowns seems defiance of physics on such delicate stems. Then to touch such a thing so bold, is a realization of mimicry and pretense around a delicate cache of seeds. The presence was only a well made outfit, that folds nicely in a travel suitcase.
Analog botanic illustration, entirely hand drawn, colored with gouache and illustrated with many sizes of ink pen.
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