My lavender poppy had opened during the first light a few mornings prior, and this was her final hour — the end of what had been a beautiful run. She was bulbous when she first appeared, but svelte petals unfolded, revealing her gorgeous center. Tonight would be her final appearance. She'd drop her seeds and become a fertile memory to those who had known her in her prime.
10" x 10"
Oil on hardboard
This was actually painted from a photo of a white papaver that I found early in the spring at the Botanic Gardens. I wanted to paint it while poppies were in bloom, but something else auditioned and won. So here she is in July, none the worse for wear.