Yesterday I went for a drive around Sancerre, as I was driving through the countryside I saw these poppies growing on the edge of a wheat field. How perfect, I had to stop.
Now when people travel they talk about what they want to see, with Paris people were asking me what I was going to see, Louvre, Versailles or Eifel tower and this stumped me as although these sounded like great things to do, they were not things I was looking forward to. I have thought about this and I have been looking forward to doing things or being in places, I wanted to sit in a Paris café and watch the world go by, I wanted to get up each morning a buy my baguette from the boloungerie, I wanted to stroll around a French village and buy my lunch from all the little shops and sit outside and have a picnic, I wanted to see the wild flowers in the meadows and hear what springtime sounded like in the forest.
I am happy to say that these are things that I have done, just not the picnics yet, it has been too cold and wet. But today the sun is shining so a picnic is on the cards for tomorrow by the Loire.
Back to the poppies. I struggled with this painting and it did not turn out as I would have liked. This is not really my style of work, but it gives you some of the feel that I wanted of a tangle of growth and the bright spots of the poppies.