One of three illustrations for a story about a boy climbing a tree.
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Sunflowers 9
Not a host of golden daffodils but a field of star-bright sunflowers. Love these plants, so valiant, always shining, face towards the sun.
Sunflowers 8
Some yellow acrylic highlights in this one, so not a totally Transparent Watercolour . Some paintings go that way & if they require you to ‘break the rules’ , then that is what must be done, as it’s picture-making first & foremost (& not some dreary, step-by-step, formulaic type of watercolour , which frankly, has…
Sunflowers 7
‘where the bee sucks, there suck I’ – gentle will the bee rich in honey works his way round the giant yellow sundial clever ol’ yellow pants! his pockets bulging with summer a thousand smiling faces turn towards the sun hope u dont mind me talking to myself here silently in this…
Sunflowers 6
a perfect beauty! if u thinking about knicking my copyright & using this image – not nice! write for a free license to most small biz in excahnge for accreditaion & link to me tia perfectly so such is this not scared to announce itself the sunflower faces the sun & smailes
Sunflowers 5
one of series… “A perfect beauty of a sunflower! a perfect excellent lovely sunflower existence! a sweet natural eye to the new hip moon, woke up alive and excited grasping in the sunset shadow sunrise golden monthly breeze! “- exerpt from ‘Sunflower Sutra’ by Allen Ginsberg jumping for joy this one
Sunflowers 4
one of many in a series – just for fun 😉 ” A perfect beauty of a sunflower! ” exepert from ‘Sunflower Sutra’ by Allen Ginsberg
Sunflowers 3
“Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow. It’s what sunflowers do.” – Helen Keller
Sunflowers 2
number two in a series… some previous watercolours of sunflowers : ask about buying a print of this watercolour sunflowers circa 1997 – Van Gogh 1889 – Who ‘owns’ subject matter?
Sunflowers 1
here comes a series of paintings of sunflowers. William Blake : Ah! Sunflower Ah! sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun, Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller’s journey is done; Where the youth pined away with desire, And the pale virgin shrouded in snow, Arise from…