Poppy loved Instagram. She used to love posting and most of all she would take time to see what everybody was doing. Sometimes she’d tell me about people and when I asked her how she knew she would always refer to pictures she had seen.
One day Lisa the Playworker came with some modelling clay. It had a lovely light spongey consistency. Poppy made this lovely little camera which I treasure dearly.
Most of those Poppy followed were her friends, but she would also stretch her horizons. Her favourite Instagrammer was Bleubird This matched her love of young children with her own lovely spacious aesthetic. They live in America but had some of the items around the house which we have. She instinctively knew that they had lovely taste. I’d be shown a posting at least once a week. Poppy was an observer which showed a great maturity and absorbed this family’s aesthetic. Poppy’s world was restricted because of her illness and yet she would reach out across the world both aesthetically and intellectually. Her love of Bleubird confirmed my conviction that Poppy would eventually become a great artist.