Snow cancellations, holidays and vacation week, the Winter term has felt fragmented to me.
Above is a painting of mine that feels about right for this period of time and below a poem on the same topic:
Chapter-What-the-Hell
Bleak day afternoon
a name for late winter
smattering of wan Sun
bare trees cold still
patches of snow dead
leaves
Even more the feel of death
struggle beneath the soil
the promise of ice after sunset
chill beauty of a blue treeline:
Stravinsky is the best resource for this
-John Murray
Next week try an abstract painting and a poem
to help you through Winter.
See you next week, John.
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