Le République-Poppy

The ghost mother of Pabbay who go bless the gift with the strength of the child and the daughter who could not save the ship with black magic cast the spell that I am clan Morrison. The paper that response to the flow of the media and the graphite mixed with clay play the tune that I am an artist. As an artist, France is the ideal of greatness. The greatest of all art is Paris and the ultimate is the Louvre, but any one descends into the French country side finds true beauty that was my personal change from a student to artist in a land covered in coquelicot  (poppies). I find Jewish “magic” saves.

Poppies are themselves are mythical. John McCrae in his poem –“-In Flanders Field:”

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly.

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

The flowers are for remembrance. Poppies remember those who died in war but are also native to France. The poppies looked good with the French flag and from my time in France it fits. It is 8” x 6,” drawn with pastels and completed recently.

 The name of this piece is Feeling flames as Cool is 8.5” x 11” and drawn with Sumi-e on watercolor paper recently. The Japanese says, “a true meditation makes one feel the flame as cool.” If you are interested in buying this or any other of my work email me at MatthewMorrison76@yahoo.com to order.