Although there is another snow storm raging outside right now, it is officially spring. March is not going out like a lamb this year. It looks like April is the new March. The lengthening days, however, help me cope with the blues of a long, dark season.
Like the flowers outside, I am feeling a quickening of artistic juices. The quiet of winter, and those dark, long days, made me want to curl up and rest. Now I feel the need to move and to create. I spent the last two days cutting wood panels and applying shellac to them in preparation for work. I also pulled out some works in progress to see if the time away from them has given me clearer vision on where they need changes. My crowded, cluttered art space is again alive with the detritus of a work space. It feels good to get my hands dirty again, back into the process of painting.