View from the studio, with Untitled, 2008, 5 1/2" x 11", acrylic on 2 canvases
In previous times it would not be unusual to still have a foot of snow on the ground in mid-April here in eastern Pennsylvania. Today, it's almost 80 degrees -- eery. Still, no complaints about the first signs of turning the seasonal corner, bits of green in the grasses, alizarin buds on the maples, peepers in the wetlands, and of course the black flies (the underbelly of Spring). In a few weeks, the violet ridge across the valley will disappear behind a kinetic curtain of greens, not to return until October. The fresh warm air and clear light incite both a renewed energy to make progress on the new batch of paintings, and an inclination to sit like a lump on the back porch with a nice bottle of wine and just observe.
In previous times it would not be unusual to still have a foot of snow on the ground in mid-April here in eastern Pennsylvania. Today, it's almost 80 degrees -- eery. Still, no complaints about the first signs of turning the seasonal corner, bits of green in the grasses, alizarin buds on the maples, peepers in the wetlands, and of course the black flies (the underbelly of Spring). In a few weeks, the violet ridge across the valley will disappear behind a kinetic curtain of greens, not to return until October. The fresh warm air and clear light incite both a renewed energy to make progress on the new batch of paintings, and an inclination to sit like a lump on the back porch with a nice bottle of wine and just observe.