Several things influenced my choices for Misik's challenge to recreate traditions in our work.
One was April, which is National Poetry Month. When I taught school, we always did a project combining visual art with poetry, which compliment each other in a beautiful way.
Another was my place of birth, Japan, which has long revered the poetic form of haiku, very often inspired by the seasons and the natural world.
There is a patch of sidewalk I pass every day while walking the dogs where the flowers sprout anew every year between the cracks. Every year, I collect a seed pod or two and scatter the seeds in my actual garden, where they never grow. It seems they need adversity to thrive, which heartens me as I face setbacks in my own life.
Shaped by bitter wind,
They bow but will never break
The background is a painting on silk accentuated with paint sticks.
The flowers themselves are made from humble dryer sheets, which, with their used, transparent quality, I felt were a good medium for the delicate, yet amazingly tough little poppies.