Landscape painting is about cycles, the continual return of seasons, each time different and the same. This is also true of landscape painting. Each start begins with the blank white panel, a vague idea, and hope that the image will know how it wants to grow, that I will be able to work with chance and intention to find something new in the familiar. This painting, from my favorite pond, is filled with what I see every year and the particulars of this past spring – rhythms and repetitions, naked branches, white clouds, blue skies, and a certain promise that seems like hope. Details below. Enjoy.