Stream in January
Watercolor, 5" x 7"
$125 plus $6 shipping in U.S.
I love winter. There...I said it.
I'll complain with the best when a cold wind whips down my coat collar, or blurt out unsafe for the office words when the battery goes dead on a frosty morning. But deep down, I do love winter.
Visually, I love how winter clarifies. Contrasts sharpen, objects stand out in stark relief against pristine whiteness. Snow and ice edge the stream like a mat surrounds a picture, presenting it to you. Color harmonies are delicate, but reward the seeker. Falling snow and drifting fog simplify complex areas into subtle tonal fields, adding cloaks of mystery.
And the mysterious, I realize, is a large part of my attraction to this season. Winter transforms the familiar. Under a fresh blanket of snow, the most mundane view--that cow pasture or little grove of trees off the kitchen window--becomes suddenly another world--strangely remote, a little...wild. Winter, after all, is the season that shows us we are not really in control. There's an edge. Danger lurks.
Many feel that winter is a time when the world closes in upon them, but I've never felt that way. Winter excites my imagination. In winter my world seems larger, scarier, more real and more fantastic all at once. And beautiful beyond description.