In the village of Giverny, in France there is Monet's house and garden, and his waterlilies, all splendid of course. Just up the road, still in the village, is a field of poppies, red, delicate and proud, countless and fluttering. There is a hedge of oaks behind. It takes your breath away; nothing quite prepares you for the simple, powerful beauty of it. This large painting is made up of layers of greens, pinks, reds and yellows, individual brushstrokes, flower by flower.
Oils on Belgian canvas