It was some time ago, a person told me they found it so difficult putting color to their drawings. They felt the lines got lost, the finer details washed away. So, this was given serious consideration earlier when I braved my first flower, and wondered if doing more would ruin it. I glanced at it in passing for several hours; it looked so oddly aloof and indefinite. My drawing described a poppy, a model that stayed in the realm of possibility and hesitant planning. But color, color would go beyond explaining and just make the poppy...real. Reality, is quite colorful.
As for the lines, well I’ve stayed between those far too long.