Spring. Poppies. Poppies are blooming. Warm day. The sun. The sun is shining. Brightly. I love the day. I love Poppies. I look at the sky. I see the clouds. Clouds like poppies. Poppies. The poppies field. I lie on the hill and look at Poppies. Poppies look at me. I look at the clouds. Clouds look at me. Poppies. Poppies Poppies .Bright poppies. Red poppies. And suddenly I see one black MAK. No, not Mac. I see a black cloud in the sky. The wind has come. The poppies are agitated from the wind. The poppies field has become like a sea of ​​poppies. Drops of rain have fallen on my face. Now it’s tears. The rain passed by. But the smell of rain remained. The smell of rain mixed with the scent of poppies. And with my tears. And the tears of poppies …

Flowers are a smile of the sun that gives joy. When you think of flowers, in your imagination, as in a fun round dance, roses and carnations, poppies and daisies, gladioli and tulips, chrysanthemums and violets are circling. Flowers evoke wonderful feelings because they are perfection itself. How poor and sad the world of flowers would be. And the world of flowers is tender and bright, finicky and extremely beautiful.

the picture was painted with a palette knife and a brush on paper.
To hang on the wall – you need to insert into the frame or arrange as graphics.