Tuesday, October 6, 2009


I bought this bunch of poppies at the market on the weekend, the buds were still closed but slowly they have started to unravel and reveal themselves to the world. After peonies, poppies are my favorites and so I had to grab a pen and sketch them. ''Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze most softly lulling to my soul.'' Author: John Keats
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