About this painting: I took a rather ordinary photo of the view from my office window yesterday, and couldn’t wait to create it in paint. But when my Husband saw the original photo I was going to use as my inspiration, he said “why would you want to paint that?! What an ugly photo!” (Haha... he’s very honest. One of the many reasons why I love him!) 

Well, dear... I didn’t paint it for the way it looked. I painted it for the little slivers of sunlight there, kissing the cold tree trunks. For the stillness; the calm. For the cold trees, and the joy I experience to warm them lovingly with oranges and yellows of warm winter light. For the way the snow looked to me as a child: magical and friendly. For the sadness I feel at not being able to go back there, to visit with 5-yr-old me, to tell her it’s ok to play in the snow, to kick up the fairy snowdust and unsettle it! For paint birds in hiding, that they’d have a safe haven... untouched, save for the hands of painted frost. For the pain, that it understands its own necessity, that the thaw is coming, and flowers too. Soon.

You see— I didn’t paint for the way it loooked... never! But rather, for the way it made me FEEL.

How does it make YOU feel?