But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,...
Wow.I am humbled and honored by your response, Sheila.Thank you.
The March wind blows! Who knows what it will bring? Maybe scattered to the four winds? Love the addition of the oranges, great scribbling going on here. BRAVO!!!
Thanks, Carol. The March winds do indeed blow here, and though they've turned arctically cold, I am grateful that they are blowing through me in particular in just they way they are blowing. Thanks for your comments, Carol, with your appreciation of the oranges and scribbling. Wish you could see this piece in person; it's very yummy.
The moment I saw this I was immediately transported to the fresh air, sunshine and anticipation of the start of another day as I walked to Junior High on an early spring morning. I'm so ready for the wind to blow winter out of here!
Joje, totally loved hearing where this painting took you. Awesome. Also awesome that you had feelings of anticipation when heading off to a day of junior high!Like you, I'm way ready for the wind to blow winter out of here.
What I anticipated was seeing my friends. It had NOTHING to do with academics!
Thank you for the gift of a robust laugh on a cold Saturday morning!
I can feel and see the wind in this. Some of the left overs from autumn past making way for spring's fresh green mantle that is just starting to peak through. We are long way from any spring greens here - just winter greys and browns with more fresh white on the way! I find this very uplifting!! Love your line work :)
Again, thank you, Janet. It's fun for me to hear that you can feel and see the wind in this. Loved your perception of the visibility of leftovers from last autumn as they make way for new life (we have only the teeniest hints outdoors thus far; way more spring in my imagination than in reality!). Glad this piece feels uplifting, and thanks for your nod to my line work.