June. Red poppy-fields are nearby. I haven't seen so many, full of red, red poppies. They feather softly in the wind. Their redness are dissolved by some yellow and white and purple flower-islands. And if you lean on them there are small petals like wings in the wind. The whole view is a poem itself.
Poppies in June
oil on gessoboard, 15x15 cm, 6x6 in (No.58)
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