An original, acrylics painting, on heavyweight illustration board
20 X 30". unframed
$160.00, - ( plus $35.00 - pack and ship )
( click on image to enlarge )
This is the time of year when we all may be suffering from cabin fever, to some degree.
So, an unseasonable warm day in winter, can urge us to venture outdoors, to seek a bit of
sunlight breaking out, and to look for signs of emerging, new growth and swelling buds.
But, of course, spring still takes its time about arriving, and the tantalizing, warm day is
soon replaced by more days of cold and gloom. Mother nature still follows the calendar,
and that never changes, no matter what the groundhog keepers may say.
As we age, the beauty and wonder of snow-covered fields and frozen streams become
less and less beautiful and wonderful, and more and more of a frigid trial of endurance.
The added realization, that we will inevitably have fewer and fewer springs in our future,
makes the poignancy of the spring rebirth all the more melancholy, even as we long for it
to come. We wonder how many more times we will get to enjoy the blossoming of new
life around us. The figure of longing, in this landscape, also serves as the symbolic, but
rarely acknowledged question of our vanishing youth. The seasons and the years, have
been quietly stolen away from us, by father time, leaving us to ask, "Where did it all go?" ,
I ran across this painting, in storage, recently, and it seemed to fit the mood of the
season. It was actually a study for a much larger painting that I did, four decades or so
ago, but I think this one stands on its own fairly well, for anyone who likes the subject.
