6x6" oil on masonite
"Poplar Sway"
My grandmother's farm is lined by poplars. My grandfather planted them years ago for protection from the harsh winds out of the west, in winter. Here I was inspired from photos and memory of a perfect summer day. The poplar trees all swayed in the breeze. A sweet memory!
It amazes me how the details come together when viewing an impressionist painting from a distance.
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