Aug 29, 2021
Media: Oil on cradled board
Size: 14x18 in
My family in Spain raises sunflowers and wheat, and in late May/early June the fields are ablaze with thousands of beautiful suns. This composition was years in the making, memories I have of walking throught the over-my-head flowers, playing hide-and-seek with my young son amongst the stalks, driving to and from with the glorious yellow blossomed sea on both sides of the road. It feels very fitting that I painted it in this month. "Flowers are the music of the ground. From earth's lips spoken without a sound." Edwin Curran My family in Spain raises sunflowers and wheat, and in late May/early June the fields are ablaze with thousands of beautiful suns. This composition was years in the making, memories I have of walking throught the over-my-head flowers, playing hide-and-seek with my young son amongst the stalks, driving to and from with the glorious yellow blossomed sea on both sides of the road. It feels very fitting that I painted it in this month. "Flowers are the music of the ground. From earth's lips spoken without a sound." Edwin Curran |