“Just one,” she’d always say.
California poppies have a special place in my heart—vibrant, wild, and famously fleeting. I remember telling my youngest daughter that we shouldn’t pick them because they’d wilt so quickly, not to mention their status as our state flower. But inevitably, she’d pluck just one and give it a sniff. In her eyes, that single moment of beauty was always worth it. This painting is my way of making those "just one" moments last forever.
Painted on an 8x10 cradled wood panel, this piece packs a vibrant punch. I used a palette knife to create a thick impasto texture, so you can almost feel the petals under your fingertips. The oranges and yellows pop against a deep green and blue backdrop overlooking the ocean, capturing the soul of the California coast. It’s a small piece full of big, cherished memories, designed to bring that same smile to your face every time you see it.
“Just one,” she’d always say.
California poppies have a special place in my heart—vibrant, wild, and famously fleeting. I remember telling my youngest daughter that we shouldn’t pick them because they’d wilt so quickly, not to mention their status as our state flower. But inevitably, she’d pluck just one and give it a sniff. In her eyes, that single moment of beauty was always worth it. This painting is my way of making those "just one" moments last forever.
Painted on an 8x10 cradled wood panel, this piece packs a vibrant punch. I used a palette knife to create a thick impasto texture, so you can almost feel the petals under your fingertips. The oranges and yellows pop against a deep green and blue backdrop overlooking the ocean, capturing the soul of the California coast. It’s a small piece full of big, cherished memories, designed to bring that same smile to your face every time you see it.