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🌷 “Tulip Fields Forever” – 5 stars, no notes, just feelings Reviewed by someone who didn’t know stripes could be poetic

Let’s get one thing straight: “Tulip Fields Forever” isn’t just art—it’s choreography. This Post Cards gem turns vertical and diagonal color bands into a celebratory lineup of tulip impersonators. Reds, purples, greens, yellows—they don’t bloom so much as strut. It’s abstract maximalism with restraint: the fields read as texture and tone, but also as memory in motion, like spring rehearsing in front of a mirror.

There’s no realism here, and that’s the point. It’s an homage, not a reenactment. The title nods to a Beatles lyric, but the composition winks at design students, regional romantics, and anyone who’s ever looked at a color swatch and sighed.

Would recommend to:

  • Viewers who like their landscapes with personality and geometric sass

  • Those who believe flowers can exist even when they’re just implied

  • Art lovers who think abstraction should still know how to flirt

Zero scent, no bees, and not a single muddy boot—but somehow, you leave this piece with pollen on your heart and a rhythm in your step.

 

The works available are 8x12 print in a 12x16 white matt or 8x12 print only AND 12x18 print in a 16x20 white matt or 12x18 print only, 4x6 print in a white matt. Also 24x36 and 32x48 print only for those that want a bigger splash! Please ask for other sizes available!

 

For this series only, I’m offering a very limited edition of five enhanced serigraphs. Each piece is printed on canvas, then hand-signed with painted detail and set in a custom floating frame—0.7" wide and 1.8" deep. You can choose from six frame finishes: black, white, silver, gold, espresso, or maple. These editions are available in two sizes: 16×24 and 32×48. After your purchase, I’ll personally reach out to confirm the best frame choice for your piece. Please allow an additional 2–3 weeks for this specialty offering.

Tulip Fields Forever

$80.00Price
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