I'd started this painting of poppies and field in Montana in June. I shipped the unfinished painting back to my studio and today I got to work on it again.
I was painting in a sad state of disbelief that a friend who'd been ill for as long as I'd known her passed away this morning. My friend had, during many days she'd spent in bed (when she wasn't running marathons or dancing in spike heels!), looked up at a painting I'd done of sunflowers that she'd hung in her bedroom. She used to tell me that it always gave her something joyful to look at when she wasn't feeling well. It takes my breath away to think about that. So I focused on reliving what it felt to stand in a field with poppies this summer. looking off to mountains in the distance.
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