I woke up this morning to a white world. The first snow of the season was a good solid one, covering the yard, trees, and all the thin twiggy remnants of my summer's neglected gardens. Only yesterday I raked up the last 8 bags of the oak leaves, just in time apparently.
The snow felt good and fresh, and inspired me to tackle some cleaning and organizing of closets, part of my winter's goal of containing my indoor sprawl.
I've always loved painting snow scenes. Their starkness has the same attraction I have felt in the sand dunes of Cape Cod and the Badlands of South Dakota. The monochrome, the outlined shapes, the way the surface of the land becomes visible makes me want to explore the transformed landscape. The painting below is one of a series I did in 1994 called the Elements of Winter. I hope to do some more snowscapes this winter.
My show is over and back in the studio, despite my having lost the brakes on my 20 year old painting-transport-vehicle last week. The old red truck is fixed now, and did a great job of hauling 2 loads of work. I, on the other hand, am a bit achy after loading the 25 heavily-framed paintings from the gallery to the truck, and the truck to the studio. My other goal this winter is getting back in shape after too many weekends spend standing in front of an easel. You have to be strong to be an artist.
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