For Armistice Day, I post this in Remembrance of my Grandad and all who served.
For your sacrifice, thank you.
Showing posts with label poppy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poppy. Show all posts
Monday, 11 November 2013
Thursday, 16 May 2013
The Seeds of Time
This painting was inspired by the same reference photo as my blog header.
I decided to give it a somewhat looser treatment.
I decided to give it a somewhat looser treatment.
The Seeds of Time
saunders waterford 140 rough
15" x 11"
Sunday, 15 April 2012
Patty's Poppy
My holiday's nearly over and I have been painting, just not as much as I'd like!
Isn't that always the way?
We were having a poppy challenge over on Painting Friends ( click HERE for website) so I decided to join in .
I took the photo and cropped it further, because I like those images where you are in the heart of the flower.
Without further ado,
Isn't that always the way?
We were having a poppy challenge over on Painting Friends ( click HERE for website) so I decided to join in .
I took the photo and cropped it further, because I like those images where you are in the heart of the flower.
Without further ado,
Patty's Poppy
This painting - and all the paintings I've ever made - can always be seen on my gallery website HERE
Tuesday, 25 October 2011
Back to Nature
I'm playing with crystal again :)
One of my crystal ornaments, backed by some poppies in my garden..
One of my crystal ornaments, backed by some poppies in my garden..
Back to Nature
Thursday, 11 November 2010
Remembrance.
Armistice Day - Remembrance Day:
At the Eleventh hour, of the Eleventh Day, of the Eleventh month - Armistice.
We remember them, with a two minute silence.
For my Grandfather, mustard gassed in the Great War.
We were fortunate that he lived, although his life was shortened. He passed away when I was six years old.
For all who suffered and fell in that war and all the wars after -
We remember.
At the Eleventh hour, of the Eleventh Day, of the Eleventh month - Armistice.
We remember them, with a two minute silence.
For my Grandfather, mustard gassed in the Great War.
We were fortunate that he lived, although his life was shortened. He passed away when I was six years old.
For all who suffered and fell in that war and all the wars after -
We remember.
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