As much as I’d like to move forward with this painting, my pace is that of a snail right now. It takes me time to assimilate what I observe and transform it into a painting.
Is it better than the first one? Maybe, but that is not the point. What matters is that I did several of those, and doing so, I had a deep conversation with the winter blues,
observing, learning and infusing my mind and hands with forms and colors..
Now, I will give this a rest, and let my memory absorb while I work on something else.
Here in Québec, life is quietly preparing for spring underneath the frozen soil, and so is my process right now. Patiently germinating.