Paulina and the Poppies

Dear Paulina,
I saw you yesterday and you were wearing that red dress that reminds me of poppies on a summer day.
Love,
your secret admirer

new painting!
watercolor on heavily textured/gessoed wood.
9"x12"

Prints are available in the shop.

I like how this came out. Poppies are such pretty flowers. I used to call my Grandfather, "Poppy." No, not Papi, Poppy. My whole family did also, and they spelled it that way too. Ahhh, mixed up Italians. :) Also, and I know this is random, but I didn't know what the heck a garbanzo bean was until I was well into my teens. They were always "Cici beans" to me. Or, as I referred to them, "slimy butt cheeks." This wasn't that random; I used to be the salad girl in my family's restaurant, and my Poppy would always be watching over me to make sure I wasn't too generous with the veggies (and cici beans) on the salads. He was pretty great and I miss him a whole lot.