Wednesday, August 6, 2008
I am finally calling this painting finished. I tweaked everything, but the noticeable difference will be the orange poppies. Aaah, poppies. I have never had opium, but it sure does sound nice. Let's say her poppies come in the form of her analgesic/angelic husband just outside the frame on his way to untie her knot. She shakes out her arms and lets out a long deep sigh. Swiftly his long cold fingers loosen the ties and the apron falls to the table perfectly folded. "Thanks" she says as she turns into his arms. He slowly inhales her scent and she gets a little light headed. Oh, sorry, just warming up to disappear into Breaking Dawn.