A study in two and three dimensions, light and reflection, I was compelled to paint these Honesty seeds after seeing them growing wild.
My mother used to have a vase of them when I was a child which brought feelings of nostalgia and also bemusement that something named ‘Honesty’ could be almost translucent and yet cast shadows of doubt.
Whilst some seeds are beautifully pearlescent, others remain dark, their papery textures concealing precious content.
The vibrancy of colourful petals have also gone from the dried poppy heads, but the promise of sleeping life remains.
I arranged them in a vase, as my mother did.
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