Two Winter Fantasies
Something made me experiment with paints though it wasn’t a muse.
We have been snowed in this past week. I went through some old file folders from the early 2000’s, and honestly I had forgotten I had played “artist” one winter when we were snowbound. It was a one-time thing prompted by a gift of cheap paints, brushes, and paper.
These are imperfect photo copies from my cell. The first one was my attempt to show the beauty of snow-covered trees along a driveway or frozen stream. Blue and white are my favorite winter colors, and I was set on using my new paints!
The second one at the bottom is bolder and happier because in my mind I was back in Sweden ice skating on the frozen pond above our house. At 23 I was able to play ice hockey and skate with my cousins who loved to see me fall since I was their teacher. Happy memories of a magical time when I was beyond happy.
The paint brush expressed your movement. The calling to dip into hidden strokes of frozen ice coat character trees wisps captured all in a row. Then to skate and bring laughs when a slip of tongue tripped skates slide out from under you. Snow bound snuggles paint a picture of good times reflected; captured by the enclosed space in a cell phone. Words , paints. A hidden stroke of nostalgia to warm the inner self.
I love to revisit things I created long ago and try to figure out who I was when I first created them and why. Oddly enough, I like to think God does the same.