Some of the beautiful Globe Thistles at Stansted House Gardens Camera Used: Canon Powershot A700 Techs / Aperture: F4.8 / Exposure Time: 1/200 / Flash: No / Focal Length: 34.8mm / ISO: / Shutterspeed: 1/202
Oil on canvas. Size 24” x 26”3/4. / White poppy in a sea of green.
After The Rain.. March 2008 /
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Photographed in Butchart Gardens, Victoria, Canada. I have never seen blue poppies before, so I was quite suprised about these. I have to say they are truly stunning! (Could not help and bought some seeds too, I wonder if they´ll ever grow). Photographed with Nikon D200 + Tamron 90mm F/2,8 at F/8, manual focus
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Poppy head sticking out from the petals as the plant begins to die back. Again late afternoon light creating shadows and darkness in the back on the garden. Flower approx. 9cm across. Canon 400D Sigma 100-300 macro.
Canon 40D, 17-55mm lens. Me in my cottage garden in South Lanarkshire.
The First large headed Poppy to flower in my garden this year- such a brilliant red-I find it difficult to get a really good shot of this colour – maybe with my new camera I get soon- will make the difference!!!!!. / Anyway- the Poppy is Beautiful- hope you like!! Taken with a Fuji Finepix Digital Camera Featured in the Compact Group-June 2009
This spring first Siperia poppy is abloom in my garden, Salo, southern Finland, this is landscape version Canon EOS40D / 1/250s / f/8 / ISO100 / 200mm This image are © Veikko Suikkanen. You may not use any images (in whole or in part) without written consent from artist. All rights reserved.
Digital paint from 2 different shot 6.8.2009 June 11, 2009 – featured in Sets of Two
Closed pink poppy,early morning, Val’s garden, Barrie, Ontario CANADA / May 2009 Nikon D40, Nikkor VR 55-200mm lens / “Poppies have long been used as a symbol of both sleep and death: sleep because of the opium extracted from them, and death because of their (commonly) blood-red color. In Greco-Roman myths, poppies were used as offerings to the dead. Poppies are used as emblems on tombstones to symbolize eternal sleep. This aspect was used, fictionally, in The Wonderful Wizard of Oz to create magical poppy fields, dangerous because they caused those who passed through them to sleep forever.”~Wikipedia / Top ten placement in the In The Pink challenge, Nikon D40 group November 2009 / Featured in the Image/Writing group June 2009
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Growing in my wildflower garden .There are many different spicies and colors white,pink,yellow,orange,red and blue ,with differing pastels in between
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Poppies…..Livermore, CA
Taken in the Gardens of beautiful Como House, Melbourne, Victoria
Found in my mums garden. Mansfield, Victoria, Australia. / Nikon D40x, 105mm VR Micro Nikkor /
Nothing left or almost nothing in The empty Studio, but I have posted quite a few other works, which I am holding back while the installation is going on, and when I can’t paint at all, so there still will be something for you to see..it just occurred to me that these posts are a lot like a blog…hmm…the girl is the same as in “Darling It’s You”...she is now evoking my idea of the meaning of the song “Norwegian Wood”, embodying the spirit of the lyrics…the girl in the song is mysterious….the lyrics subject to many different interpretations.. / This is the first time I have tried this technique which I made up on the spot today…I’m in love with it and hope I remember what I did next time.... Enjoy the song…link below Inks on Arches Paper I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me… / She showed me her room, isn’t it good Norwegian wood? / She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere, / So I looked around and I noticed there wasn’t a chair. / I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine, / We talked until two and then she said: “It’s time for bed” / She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh. / I told her I didn’t, and crawled off to sleep in the bath / And when I awoke, I was alone, this bird had flown / So I lit a fire, isn’t it good Norwegian wood. THE BEATLES MUSIC
Well the Empty Studio is still pretty empty, so I decided to continue adding new works to the series…my ink supplyis running low, but guess what, I have a huge art supply store right at the end of my street, so I can always buy more…actually I am really enjoying working with limited media…it takes me right back to when I used to invent all sorts of techniques…this one is newly minted today. Ink on Arches Paper Think about who you are today…are you whole, or do you see yourself as broken into little pieces…are you the one behind the confessional, or are you the listener?. If I cannot forgive myself / For all the blunders / That I have made / Over the years, / Then how can I proceed? / How can I ever / Dream perfection-dreams? / Move, I must, forward. / Fly, I must, upward. / Dive, I must, inward, / To be once more / What I truly am / And shall forever remain..Sri Chinmoy.
I had very little time today, as the final installation in the Empty Studio is getting really close and I am busy getting the room ready…...but I had to stop to paint, and I did this moolit scene with fountain pen inks and Mean Streak…it was an experience, as MS is invisible and you can’t see what you are doing, but I love the final result which is loose and free Moonlight bends over the black silence, / Making it bloom to wild-flowers of sound / That only green things can hear. / A wind sprawls over an orchard, / Frightening its silent litany to sound. / A thread of star-light has fallen to this tree / And curls among its leaves, tangling them to silence. . . . / Standing amidst these things, Beloved, / We feel the words our hearts cannot form......Maxwell Bodenheim
A sketch from the archives, painted today…provenance unknown, but perfect for the Empty Studio series, as it’s simple and understated... Sepia Inks on Industrial Paper. Behind the golden western hills / The sun goes down, a founder’d bark, / Only a mighty sadness fills / The silence of the dark. / O twilight sad with wistful eyes, / Restore in ruth again to me / The shadow of the peace that lies / Beyond the purple sea. / The sun of my great joy goes down, / Against the paling heights afar, / Gleams out like some glad angel’s crown, / A yellow evening star; / The glory from the western hills / Falls fading, spark on spark, / Only a mighty sadness fills / The spaces of the dark. George Charles Whitney
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