Poppies and Fruit

Poppies always take me straight back to childhood. My grandfather used to grow them in his backyard, and I’d help him pick them. I still remember him gently burning the ends of the stems just a little — he always said it helped them last longer. Then he’d carry a fresh bunch inside to my Nanna.

Every time I see poppies, I think of those quiet moments and the care that surrounded them. This painting really comes from that memory — not just of the flowers themselves, but of family, routine, and small acts of love.

This artwork is framed.