Never is my wanderlust so ignited as when winter draws to its close. It seemed appropriate to create a little summary of the darker months before I engage myself deeply in spring. For this study, I conjured the time I spent looking at the ice on the lake behind my house a few months ago. The muted pastel twilight reflecting on the frozen water changed rapidly, a steady kaleidoscope of color and shadow.
Perhaps I will consider doing a series of paintings that explore shadows on ice . . . but later, in the heat of summer, when I’ve enjoyed a proper buffer of milder weather. We often appreciate things more when we are separated from them. Winter’s quiet darkness will return again in due time.
