Poppies - Blog Posts
Its morining now so I got a better picture
Check out this WIP i'm painting! °w°
Im trying out a new wattercolor technique I've been meaning to do for a while
It's where you pick one collor and mix a bit of it into any collor you're about to paint with. It's supose to make the collors and painting look more unified
I done did it
Welp its like 2 am right now I gotta go to bed
Goodnight and sweet dreams!!!
Check out this WIP i'm painting! °w°
Im trying out a new wattercolor technique I've been meaning to do for a while
It's where you pick one collor and mix a bit of it into any collor you're about to paint with. It's supose to make the collors and painting look more unified
Ode to our Green Road #8
Green grass swaying
I feel like you can hear your voice
If the sky is fine
I want you to come to see you
Give a flower of love to you
Love without words
Even if the sky is not clear
I pray for love in my heart
The rain falling on you
Until it turns into wind,
calls for dreams,
and turns into light
Tears are new flower seeds for tomorrow
A circle that leads to tomorrow
-words from Aimyon “Ai no Hana”
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=JuyQQUqD64c
With grateful thanks
Seeds Poppies Lemon blackuniversity run and redstealth Poppy Bread free Seed Recipe Lemon
Dip free Crab Hot Crab runs Hot Crab Recipe Meat Dip cheap Crab womens Dip and
of Yoga and Yoga new Yoga Fitness shoes Beginners Poses Poses For
Seeds Poppies Lemon blackuniversity run and redstealth Poppy Bread free Seed Recipe Lemon
## # #
Robin Fifield ©2025.
©Robin Fifield 2023.
Childe Hassam Poppies, Isles of Shoals, 1891 Oil on canvas 50.2 x 61 cm Credit: Gift of Margaret and Raymond Horowitz | National Gallery of Art
The Shining Poppy - A Story I Wrote For School And Ended Up Liking
The streets are lined in colour, bright but politely asking for my attention. The sky provides a warm caress, paired with soft wind which comforts my every step. Towering shadows from those around pattern the sun’s rays but still bless me with a warmth not unlike a gentle embrace.
There are no dark shadows here, only the evidence of my company. The light emanating from my skin is proof enough of the sunshine already inside me, yearning to feel the soft touch of scarlet petals against it.
Every smile or gesture is a wave of warm red, a wave of kind electricity through my body, energizing the next step I take.
Over worn footpaths. Over softened gravel.
My steps do not falter, only taking me where I’m supposed to go. Following the ever-changing paths weaving before me, created by determination.
I continue on. Over cerulean puddles. Over unheeded grass.
Through this field of poppies.
= = = = = = = = = =
Nothing has really changed, yet it’s all different. There are still poppies in every direction. Uniform and swaying with the world. The very same world that looks at me with distain.
The poppies curl away from the sunshine barely dribbling from my lips, the light still seeping from my gift. I bring it to my chest, forcing the light through my wounds but it doesn’t hold, it falls with the red deep inside me and litters the floor with fading beams of light. The wall in front of me is gone, replaced by another poppy, petals loose but facing away from me as if in disgust.
The sun no longer holds me in its warmth but burns me like firewood.
I stand in the field, lit aflame like a wildfire, but the poppies around my feet do not catch, do not spread the flames and burning. They whisper, blowing my fire around like rope, pushing it to wrap around my limbs and seep into my skin.
Every breath or glance is a wave of hot, sharp red, a wave of harsh fire through my body.
Over cracked glass. Over shattered asphalt.
My steps falter, taking me further into the field. The path is gone, only poppies in my way.
Over pools of red, crimson not scarlet. Over burning paper and flesh and light.
Through this field of poppies.
= = = = = = = = = =
The present, a gift of language and letter, is accompanied by the tentative morning light. No less than thrown to me but still gifted with an air of importance and significance. I open it, and the room is lit by the comforting sunshine contained within. With every word I read, the room gets brighter. The sun begins its trek across the once starry sky, and I feel warmer every second.
The world is brighter today.
The sky and the grass smile at me, each step leaving my sunshine in its wake. The poppies along my journey seem to turn to greet me, even if I miss the subtle curl of their petals in aversion and the swish of their stalks in whisper. The sun watches, extending a shining hand out to reach the light I can only call my own. Like calls to like, just as the sun calls to my sunshine. And like the sun itself, I shine my light onto the world beneath me.
I run through the crowds of people, the stalks of flowers, excusing every jostle or shove when I push through. The patches of shadows sway with my movements, ruffled but unbothered, their owners standing solid.
Among the red, a wave of familiarity hits me like a firm embrace. Warm, strong, and familiar. The sunshine under my skin claws at me, dragging its warmth through my body. It presses against my tongue and teeth, pushing for release. It grows brighter with each step towards the normality in an ocean of innocuity.
The passive waves crash on a shore of neutrality, and I walk to my sandcastle of connectivity. Another scarlet red, uniform but unique.
My steps come to a halt, my sandcastle before me, and the gentle waves do not stop. The sunshine pushes harder now, threatening to tear me open, but at the slightest shimmer from the castle, I relent.
My mouth opens and sunshine pours out, shining and twinkling with each movement of my lips. It’s warm and soft and welcoming.
But rather than the soft but strong sandcastle or a blooming poppy like the crowds around me, the sunshine meets a wall. It’s harsh and grey and rough like concrete, and the light disappears when it meets.
I falter at the stillness, the sunshine going with it.
Then the wall opens, just a crack, and razor blades fly. The little remaining sunshine reflects off each pristine blade, glaring in my eyes as the blades shoot and soar past me. They slice my skin when they pass and leave crimson slashes all over my body. It’s burning, my skin and my eyes are burning, and I wish I never let the sunshine out to begin with.
= = = = = = = = = =
Before me are the fields of red, where poppies grow. I watch them climb and bloom, impossibly fast but yet slow enough to watch each unique flower spread its flushed red palms. The tops brush against my mid-calf. No higher, and no lower. A sea of uniformity, moving together in the wind.
My eye is caught by a certain poppy in the distance, daring to reach past the rest of the red sea. The shine of light emanating from the bloom draws me to it and I begin to step closer; the flowers rooted at my feet shifting to avoid me. I stop when I reach the shocking scarlet bloom, bigger and brighter than the rest. Warm light, not unlike sunshine, pours from between the petals. It feels familiar, but makes me squint my eyes in disgust, the light now uncomfortable and unwelcome.
My hands go cold as the wind turns, and I harshly yank the flower from the ground.
The stem snaps, an unclean pull, and I watch the flower in my palm.
I watch as the light drains from the petals.
I watch it, and it wilts away.
Part 2 of my three week embroidery project
Another poppy design pieced together from open source resources, this time in a map of Palestine. As usual ALL PROCEEDS from my shop are for my Palestinian best friend to help him take care of his loved ones affected by the violence and economic devastation in Gaza and the West Bank and the collateral damage in surrounding countries. Anything he doesn't need for his immediate friends and family will be donated to charity, wherever he thinks it will make the most difference (he's heavily involved in activism and very knowledgeable about that sort of thing).
You can find the above design here. Here is a sample of a few of the products it is available on, I think it will make a good sticker in particular:
You can find my full shop here. To see a design on different products click on the display product and scroll down or go here to browse by design. Here's a sample of some of my other work:
Thank you to everyone who has helped out so far!
Just added a new map and poppy design, on the left. On the right is the last one I made. They can be found here and here. Poppies are common in Palestine and are often used as a national symbol, representing the colors of the flag and blood shed upon the land. I used my keffiyeh as a backdrop for the design on the left, it was a gift from the friend I am raising money for.
As usual, ALL PROCEEDS from my designs are for my Palestinian best friend, to help him support his girlfriend in remaining safely in America until things calm down and to help his friends and family in Palestine and around the rest of the Levant who are being hurt directly and/or financially by the attacks on Gaza, the increasing Israeli raids in the West Bank and the collateral damage in surrounding countries. He will donate anything his family doesn't need to the Palestinian charities he works with.
You can find my full shop here. Each design is available on a lot of different products besides the default Redbubble shows you, click on each product or click on "explore designs" to see more options.
Thank you to everyone who has helped out so far!
Poppies are common in Palestine and are often used as a symbol, representing the colors of the flag and blood shed upon the land.
As usual, ALL PROCEEDS from this design are for this Palestinian friend, to help him support his girlfriend in remaining safely in America until things calm down and to help his friends and family in Palestine and around the rest of the Levant who are being hurt directly and/or financially by the attacks on Gaza, the increasing Israeli raids in the West Bank and the collateral damage in surrounding countries.
You can buy this design on various products (shirts, stickers, pins, etc) here. All designs found here (Redbubble will display them on a random product, click on each to see more product options). Edit: collections cap out at 100 products apparently, so from now on see my full range of designs here on my main page (I have temporarily removed all designs not related to Palestine).
Here are the other designs I have featuring poppies, displayed here on stickers (all are available on a wide range of products):
Thank you to everyone who has helped out so far!
This poem, If We Must Die by Claude McKay was written during the Red Summer, 1919. It has since been adopted to represent many groups facing persecution. I pair it here with a field of poppies and a faint keffiyeh pattern, emblematic of the Palestinian struggle. I may make a more elaborate version in the future, I have some ideas. For now, this is available on stickers, shirts, prints, etc.
As usual, ALL PROCEEDS from this are for my Palestinian best friend, to help his girlfriend afford to join him safely in America and to help his friends and family in Palestine and around the rest of the Levant who are being hurt directly and/or financially by the attacks on Gaza, the increasing Israeli raids in the West Bank and the collateral damage in surrounding countries. You can find this design here. All designs here. By the way you can change the color on the shirts if you don't like the white background.
Thank you to everyone who has contributed!
You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.
— Franz Kafka
