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Mixed media on panel

36" x 12"


The sun, seed and soil wait their cue. Winter placed a white canvas in view. Washed it gray, now a green hue for quite some time. It’s seems a bit of a tease to pull out the palette and paint with warmer rushes of air and birds prelude, but amid occasional rains the dry brushes sit, like naked sticks. Until the dew wets them enough to load a color or two onto Spring’s palette in hand. And from her plein air stand she will stroke the field and yield God’s sketchbook of blooms. Layered lightly, then thick and mighty until brushes, bonnets, and blankets, black eyes and gold cones, cups of butter and roses so prim cover and trim every spare square of unclaimed land. 

Spring's Stroke

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