When weak winter sunshine brings about sadness...
“Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins.” Gustave Flaubert.
Winter's End. 2019. Mixed media. (variety of pastels and coloured pencils on 9 X 12 Canson Mi-Teintes paper). Colours in the photo above are cooler than in header photo because of the lighting. The above photo is closer to the actual painting.
The end of winter is near.
If you live in the northern hemisphere, you are probably happy to see the end of winter.
Some of us have had enough of winter this year; it has been a rather mild one with a few days of intense cold followed by mild weather and a bit of snow for those of us who like winter sports.
In spite of the cold, I can't say I hate winter. Sure, like every other Canadian, I complain about the weather: it's a national pastime after all!
However, each season has its own special beauty, and winter must be appreciated for the silence that blankets the earth as each fat snowflake falls lazily to the ground.
Just as we accept the vagaries of other seasons, we must embrace winter's whims.
A melancholic view of winter's end.
Today, as rain falls washing away some of the dirty snow that has accumulated along the roads, I find the end of winter rather sad.
“Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins.”
So maybe I am feeling much like the young woman I painted in 2019...at least until some tender green shoots begin to poke through the earth!
How do you feel about the changing of the seasons?
Winter's End (2019).
