TM9434 Poem in a Time of Longing 36×40 oil on panel

There are so many forms of longing. I used to do a print or painting every year in late winter titled Anticipating Spring. They were about longing for warmth and color after the extremities of winter. This year is different. Winter hardly came; I’m almost still waiting for it. And spring, well, it doesn’t feel like it’s coming either.  Watching spring from inside, avoiding parks because there isn’t room for enough distancing – this isn’t the way spring feels. While I was working on this pondscape, I kept looking at it upside down – the landscape was there all right, but it didn’t feel appropriate right side up. That’s how crazy everything is. Upside down feels normal. Oh well, at least the colors feel right. I saw that green yesterday, mixed in between winter’s leftover grasses and bare branches. I can still enjoy color! Details below.

TM9434 Poem in a Time of Longing – detail from upper left with light and clouds

TM9434 Poem in a Time of Longing – detail from upper right with reflections and a few lost leaves

TM9434 Poem in a Time of Longing – detail from foreground with reflections

TM9434 Poem in a Time of Longing – detail from right side with winter’s grasses and early greens