I remember seeing this woman selling daisies on the street in L’viv, standing out against the stone backdrop in her purple jacket. She looked weathered but somehow still radiant, and well accustomed to this job of carrying around her flowers for sale wherever she needed to go. I wondered who she was. What was her story? How long had she been selling daisies? I’m positive she would have had stories to tell.
I’m so happy I was able to capture this scene on camera and then forever on a canvas. “Lady in L’viv” would look beautiful in a home library area, or anywhere you want a conversation starter.
8×10 inches acrylic on wrapped canvas panel (1.5 inch depth)
I remember seeing this woman selling daisies on the street in L’viv, standing out against the stone backdrop in her purple jacket. She looked weathered but somehow still radiant, and well accustomed to this job of carrying around her flowers for sale wherever she needed to go. I wondered who she was. What was her story? How long had she been selling daisies? I’m positive she would have had stories to tell.
I’m so happy I was able to capture this scene on camera and then forever on a canvas. “Lady in L’viv” would look beautiful in a home library area, or anywhere you want a conversation starter.
8×10 inches acrylic on wrapped canvas panel (1.5 inch depth)
