Wildflowers on a green meadow...
Stare blankly at them, I can not look.
Touching the sight of this delicate beauty
In the glare of a sultry day Ile through the tears of dew;
Without quirks, without the need to someone else's hand
Guarded her as the beauty of the flower garden;
This lavish beauty that not knowing the fences,
Of all the hi gives all Strait aroma;
This modest beauty, no jealous cares:
Eh who enjoy or pass by?..
The painting is executed in watercolor on paper with a nice rough surface.
Finishing lacquer creates the picture of a delicate satin film which protects the picture from damage and gives it a gentle shimmer.