Saturday, July 11, 2009

Another garden triangle - June

I love to visit my friend's house when the poppies are in full bloom. Sure they are brash and blowsy, but oh so very delicate. I try to photograph the quality of the light glowing on the scarlet petals, but alas my quest is in vain. Am I tilting at windmills, or will I be able to capture their essense at some time in the future? What is it about these beauties that seems to pique my interest? A simple pleasure. One that's fleeting, but oh so rewarding. Is it any wonder that poppies were chosen as a universal symbol for remembrance? Did you know that the poem, "In Flanders Fields" was written by a Canadian field surgeon? Do you realize that this is the only poem I will never be able to forget? I can recite it just as clearly now, as when I was a small child. Rather than a trick of simple repetition, I prefer to think that it is something that left a pure and lasting impression on my soul.

The poppies are made with freehand circles of silk and organza, topped with french knots. Beading was done with backstitch, stacked stitch, Robin's ruffle stitch and free form edging. I used 8, 11 & 15 seedbeads, bugles, a few sequins and odds 'n sods of beads and crystals.

12 comments:

KV said...

I wish you could have heard my gasp when I opened this BJP blog page -- this triangle is positively stunning!!!


Kathy V in NM

a2susan said...

I like the way you've put so many different techniques together in this piece and yet it just flows beautifully. You can really sense a field of poppies. You've done wonders with the triangle shape, I always wait each month to see what you do!

Susan

Evelyn and Lise said...

This piece is so lovely. I love poppies and your poppies are wonderful. I too can't wait to see what you do with the triangle shape each month. Lise

Anne Marie - Toronto said...

Thank you for your compliments! Working with this shape has been interesting, to say the least. It allows me to be free and quite non-traditional (just the way I like to work). Bead embroidery is not something that I've done a lot of pre-BJP. Lots of quilting and fibre, though and recently I've been playing around with paper and mixed media (I so love my techniques). Oh, oh, I guess that means that I have to include some paper in either the July or August BJP. I don't think that I've done that yet. LOL! Keep tuned!

Robin said...

Oh, I DO know what you mean about trying to capture that strong, yet fragile, sun-lit, ripeness of a field of poppies with a mere camera. Just can not quite get there. I think your organza and silk versions come pretty close and I totally love the ruffle!!!! This one is another of my favorites! Also I'm quite touched by your take on In Flanders Fields. I'll definitely keep tuned!

Beverly Ash Gilbert said...

Beautiful piece and love your musings on poppies. I too love their whimsical, blowsy presence in my garden. You captured the colors so well.

magpie said...

Ah, yes. In Flanders Fields the poppies blow, between the crosses row on row............Stirs it up, no? Great job my Fine Feathered Friend! I look forward to the next one too!

Marty S said...

Beautiful! I love the colors and the variety of stitches.
Marty S
Crackpot Beader

pam T said...

Love poppies, love this piece... what an incredible gift you have for depicting so much in such a small space... poppies always bring back my grandma in my head. She loved poppies.... thanks for the memories!

pam ehlers stec said...

Lovely poppies! I love everything about this piece. The rich golds against the red poppies, the triangle shape and that wonderful ruffle. Great job!

Anne Marie - Toronto said...

Thanks again to everyone for their kind comments. It's funny! When I started this piece, I thought that it might not have enough to say. However, little did I know that poppies mean so much to others,as well. Memories are fleeting and precious and I'm glad that I could share them with you.

freebird said...

Really nice triangle. I love poppies. They seem so delicate yet live where it's hard for flowers to survive.