Sunflowers
Media:- oil on canvas.
Size:- 48 * 36 inches
There is something magical about the form of a sunflower in Autumn when it hangs its head low and buckles under the promise of next years seeds. I wanted to capture the beauty of its decline and the promise of its harvest.
.Media:- oil on canvas.
Size:- 40 * 30 inches
I went to Tuscany to paint the landscape but I became absorbed by the fields that were filled with these wonderful sunflowers. To me they are the essence of the place. I realised that I didn't need to look any further.
There is something magical about the form of a sunflower in Autumn when it hangs its head low and buckles under the promise of next years seeds. I wanted to capture the beauty of its decline and the promise of its harvest.
Media:- oil on canvas.
Size:- 48 * 36 inches
There is something magical about the form of a sunflower in Autumn when it hangs its head low and buckles under the promise of next years seeds. I wanted to capture the beauty of its decline and the promise of its harvest.
Media:- oil on canvas.
Size:- 48 * 36 inches
I went to Tuscany to paint the landscape but I became absorbed by the fields that were filled with these wonderful sunflowers. To me they are the essence of the place. I realised that I didn't need to look any further.There is something magical about the form of a sunflower in Autumn when it hangs its head low and buckles under the promise of next years seeds. I wanted to capture the beauty of its decline and the promise of its harvest.
Media:- oil on canvas.
Size:- 48 * 36 inches
I went to Tuscany to paint the landscape but I became absorbed by the fields that were filled with these wonderful sunflowers. To me they are the essence of the place. I realised that I didn't need to look any further. There is something magical about the form of a sunflower in Autumn when it hangs its head low and buckles under the promise of next years seeds. I wanted to capture the beauty of its decline and the promise of its harvest.
Media:- oil on canvas.
Size:- 48 * 36 inches
I went to Tuscany to paint the landscape but I became absorbed by the fields that were filled with these wonderful sunflowers. To me they are the essence of the place. I realised that I didn't need to look any further.There is something magical about the form of a sunflower in Autumn when it hangs its head low and buckles under the promise of next years seeds. I wanted to capture the beauty of its decline and the promise of its harvest.