spontaneous flow

   In this piece, Glory of New Snow, things flowed right along. This one almost painted itself. What a great feeling that is, to see the colors, tones, shapes and mood coming out in the work. The painting speaks of the winter transformation. The art makes friends with the eye and heart. Perhaps it's even transcending. 
   In winter, things start to get darker, the sky turns moody, and we give a shiver. But, there is something peaceful and beautiful about winter. We may feel a touch of melancholy. Winter gives us time to reflect, and for some, sleeping like the bears. Winter hibernation and catching up on rest is more easily found. 
   For me, winter wakes me up and makes for an invigorating walk. The colors of the sky are amazing. The sky moves with moody delights. The spirits whisper on the wind. The soul looks at itself and our shadow has secrets to tell. To me, winter is like a wonderful poem full of good ghosts. The careful listener strives to hear what they have to say.
   As that first dusting of snow sweeps in, we buckle down for another soul-searching winter. This is sublime.

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