the poppies that almost were. weren't

my poppy painting is no more.


heres what i faced when i went to the studio;

this morning i had a vision of an angel in a field of poppies, but when i saw the painting again i was disappointed that there were three giant poppies, not a field of small ones. what a bummer that was. i felt the need to have a figure of some kind, one that represented love. and i thought of the placement of the figure and how i could incorporate it in with the poppies that monopolized the inside of the heart.

i thought of an angel in the bottom right, under the heart space, but that didn't seem right to me. another buddha, nestled in somewhere with the poppies? an angel sitting somehow? i couldn't figure out how to make it work. so i just stood there, looking, waiting for my muse to appear.

and, it's funny how a painting could make you love it so quickly after hating it. that has happened today. the muse struck.

actually, a team of muses struck!

i just adore my three whimsical red-headed muses! they are not yet complete, but we are all resting from a great painting session.

until later,

jenny