Aren't we all tired of winter? I sit in my studio, with the wind howling around the corners of the house, and work at paintings, and freeze to near-death. After sitting there for hours, when I stand up, I am so stiff, I have to go down to the kitchen and almost lay on the woodstove to get myself moving again.
Then, I think of all the artists over the years that had it so much worse, suffering in their garrets, cold and hungry, with no hope of selling a painting, and I realize I am so very spoiled.
I don't know what it takes to paint a good painting, after all the paintings I've done. I just don't know. Good paintings just materialize, and it's not because of heat, or lack of, or winter, or trying too hard, for that matter. Good paintings are magical, that I know for certain.
With that said, here are some magical winter scenes, just outside my door.
Everyone here is tired of winter, too, and longing for green grass, the sooner, the better.
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