Spring

Spring, 1996, Acrylic on canvas

Spring was painted in the Springtime, and it's a celebration of the change in seasons. The leaves are beginning to bloom, and birds are returning en masse. The days of winter, with their dark moods, are underneath. The warmth of the sun, with it's glowing yellow, makes the memory of winter seem somehow different; as if it were more colorful and textured than the truth would reveal. Spring is an explosion of color. Bright, hopeful flowers break through the ground, and burst from the trees.

Memories of Winter linger like a band of dark, mottled color. Life emerges up through it, flies above it, and Springtime slowly, methodically, lays down new layers of life. Without the Winter, Spring wouldn't be as bright. They cannot exist without each other.

Sometimes feelings are best expressed with color.

609 Days Until the BIG PARTY!!!
WOO-HOO!!!