Inside my sketchbook
Just like the weather my paint and pencils aren’t sure. Should we go for cold blue or some itchy orange? What these wandering lines do know is that something is going on. Something we can’t see yet but feel underneath our skin. The dark winter time, the time of thoughtful withdrawal is over and the sun chases us outside over snowy paths to find the first careful flowers.
The bare trees dance in the strong wind but the sun stays up late and will soon be joining the night owls.