March 30th-April 4th, 2015
Oil on Canvas, 24 x 30 in

The time I have taken to work on this was stolen from other duties and tasks, but I needed to paint. As usual when my mind is a mess of stress, worry and confusion, I gravitated towards a huge tangle of a project. It’s not deliberate, but apparently my subconscious thinks if it can work out a snarl of leaves and grasses on canvas, it can smooth the internal snarl as well. At this stage of the game I’m not too sure of much progress on either count. The young spring buds, all sticky wet with life and color, were all lit up in the last shafts of early evening sunlight. I’m happy with the colours, tone, and atmosphere in this painting. I like that, in spite of the messy tangle, there is an air of softness and hope.