You may have noticed that most of my recent posts, and paintings, for that matter, have had some mention of spring or summer. Well, can you blame me? I mean, it's been a hellish winter! Okay, maybe hellish is a bit dramatic, but well, I'm an artist and I am nothing if not dramatic. And, for the record, I think 90 km/h wind gusts, bone chilling cold and a never ending series of snow, freezing rain, rain, repeat, is indeed, hellish.
But I digress, this is meant to be a happy post about my latest piece, I call it Spring Window. I'm really pleased with it. It reminds me of this time of year in a way. I'm loving sitting by the huge windows in my studio now, in the mornings, having my coffee, looking out at the crows. The air is still crisp and cool, but that sun, DAYMN! It's got some heat to it. In the mornings, as well as in the early afternoon, it warms my face as I sip my coffee, or work on a painting, or whatever. But by late afternoon, around 3 or 4 pm, that sun, coming in those huge windows cooks up the joint. Seriously, it heats the place up so much that I've had to turn the heat completely off and crack a window. And when the window's cracked, I can smell the freshness in the air, that crisp, "new" scent that tells you everything is about to begin again. I love that smell, and I love basking in the sun by my big window this time of year.