Where Wild Poppies GrowA field of red, ripples in the breeze. The blood of men, therein they lie. The poppy strewn hillside looks out over the water. Waves roll onto the sand and I look through tall summer grass to the horizon. I see the beautiful contrast of the red flowers and sky. I feel uplifted by the colour and renewal of life. I have used an expressionist style of painting to build movement and depth into the sky and foreground. Flecks of iridescent gold paint catch