Typical for January, my usual optimistic view is waning, so I take some time to reflect and be thankful. The frigid and windy days that are keeping me inside find me longing to see the light of springtime shinning through my lace curtains. Totally surrounded by winter, something is beckoning me to look out from my second story studio windows. Snow has gently started falling again.
I painted with knives this oil painting of our rooster, heading on the snowy path that goes between the house and the barn. He was following closely behind one of his hens when he stopped and looked back at me as if to say, follow us, spring will be here soon enough!