When I graduated from college I told my parents that I wanted to paint them a thank-you present. For all of their financial and emotional support. And for never telling me how impractical an art degree would end up being (they are good people). Anyway, I finally got around to it this summer (keep that in mind if you ever ask me to do something: it make take a few years ;).
My mom had recently remodeled her kitchen/family room and wanted a nice big painting to go over top of the sofa. Of cheerful poppies.
I painted it last July, after an unsuccessful eye-surgery attempt, with my left eye having a hazy scar right over top of it. I was really nervous while painting it, mostly because I couldn't see that great, but in the end I really liked how it turned out. And it was loads of fun to do something totally different than my usual style of painting, something very whimsical.