New Paintings

On the cusp of winter and spring, weather changes daily here in the mountains from sweet tender-green promises to silver ice. Today is cold, ice on the front porch steps. Too cold to paint, I write a newspaper column, but long to be outside picking daffodils, those sunshine spirits that make the heart glad. This is a larger painting I've worked on over the past month, on and off as weather permits, along with other even larger paintings. Slowly, they evolve, taking a life on of their own.
“Winter? Spring? Who knows?
White buds from the plumtrees wing
And mingle with the snows.
No blue skies these flowers bring,
Yet their fragrance augurs Spring.”

~ excerpt from 'Tanka' by Sadakichi Hartmann

The Landscape: Mountain Dreams

Like life, paintings evolve: sometimes slowly, sometimes taking twists and turns. This painting has been in progress (on and off) for several months. Many layers of paint and cold wax, some wiped away, some added. I'm beginning to love the colors, the nuances whispering through the mysterious mist. It's a place I want to be........ The Poet Dreams of the Mountain "Sometimes I grow weary of the days with all their fits and starts. I want to climb some old grey mountain, slowly, taking the rest of my life to do it, resting often, sleeping under the pines or, above them, on the unclothed rocks. I want to see how many stars are still in the sky that we have smothered for years now, forgiving it all, and peaceful, knowing the last thing there is to know. All that urgency! Not what the earth is about! How silent the trees, their poetry being of themselves only. I want to take slow steps, and think appropriate thoughts. In ten thousand years, maybe, a piece of the mountain will fall." ~Mary Oliver

Out of the Blue: Lavender & Three: SOLD