Friends keep asking why I haven't been painting snow scenes.
Truth is, I just can't get myself to do it. Yes, it's beautiful. All around me are trees covered with snow, (and I think "hope the power doesn't go out") antique New England Colonial homes with magnificent icicles hanging, (and I whisper "ice dams") and the brilliant male Cardinal birds who are posing against what has got to be the most opportune of backdrops (honestly, my only thought is "how does nature come up with a gorgeous color like that"?).
But painting any of those winter wonderland scenes just doesn't fire me up. I need color.
Yesterday I worked on this still life of three Hydrangeas that my favorite Hunter/Gatherer scrounged up this past weekend. He did that for me after speeding hours behind the brand-new-fire-engine-red snow blower I gave him last week. Timing is everything, friends.
Speaking of snowblowers:
I just might paint it, 'cause honestly... it's every bit as pretty as those Cardinals.