“All things are melt-able, and replaceable. Not at this moment, but soon enough, we are lambs and we are leaves, and we are stars, and the shining, mysterious pond water itself.” ― Mary Oliver, Winter
Winter is hard and dreary. Daylight too short.
Before I started this painting, I never really appreciated winter, I thought it useless and harsh. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned to respect winter, embrace it.
Henry David Thoreau said,
“In winter we lead a more inward life.”
You step out to the cold air, reminder of life’s discomforts. When the sun finally comes and the air is crisp, your soul will be refreshed, your spirits will sing. You will appreciate so much more the sunshine, and like the plants come spring, you’ll grow anew.
I love the stark beauty of a tree in winter. The character not hidden under a bunch of leaves. The landscape mono-toned in a soothing way. If you look hard enough, there is color, subtle
As the body needs sleep, perhaps the soul needs winter. There is a certain stillness that makes you pull inward. Only to reemerge come spring as a more whole self.
A Winter's Walk, 2017
Oil
6x3
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