Today marks the sweet spot of a three-week sweet spot that I celebrate every year. My son Scott's birthday falls on Earth Day. Exactly 21 days later … my birthday.
In that little three-week span between late-ish April and nearly-mid-May, in my neck of the woods here in New England, Scott's birthday is marked by the first barely-there lime-green confetti-like evidence of tree leaves unfurling from buds. By my birthday lush foliage has made itself known and we find ourselves in a world made new, with canopies overhead and horizons brought close with maturing greenery that's filled the empty spaces of winter.
Magic, I tell ya.
What better time—positioned as I am today at the midpoint of the transformation—to share the large canvas I've worked on sporadically over the past few months?
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i thank you God for the leaping greenly spirits of trees 36 x 36"; acrylic, latex, oil pastel, and collage on canvas abstract landscape 2022 |
