Winter Grass
Winter Grass, 40x16, oil on canvas
It was a long cold winter this year in Colorado. The snow piles are sticking around longer turning into dirty piles of ice and mud. The days are short, and the sun doesn’t shine as brightly even on blue-sky days. This piece started out with a different season in mind, but I’ve been feeling the cold hand of winter upon me. I chose to create a piece speaking to the bleakness of winter. The soft glow of the sun barely creates warmth through the ice and snow. But that little sprig of winter grass represents life always finding a way even on the darkest days.
Winter Grass, 40x16, oil on canvas
It was a long cold winter this year in Colorado. The snow piles are sticking around longer turning into dirty piles of ice and mud. The days are short, and the sun doesn’t shine as brightly even on blue-sky days. This piece started out with a different season in mind, but I’ve been feeling the cold hand of winter upon me. I chose to create a piece speaking to the bleakness of winter. The soft glow of the sun barely creates warmth through the ice and snow. But that little sprig of winter grass represents life always finding a way even on the darkest days.
Winter Grass, 40x16, oil on canvas
It was a long cold winter this year in Colorado. The snow piles are sticking around longer turning into dirty piles of ice and mud. The days are short, and the sun doesn’t shine as brightly even on blue-sky days. This piece started out with a different season in mind, but I’ve been feeling the cold hand of winter upon me. I chose to create a piece speaking to the bleakness of winter. The soft glow of the sun barely creates warmth through the ice and snow. But that little sprig of winter grass represents life always finding a way even on the darkest days.