The day after the snow

It was the day after the snow. Bright blue skies. Fresh dust-like snow rapidly melting as the day advanced. Fluffy snow patches hanged from the twigs, making it all look like a dry and ready to be picked mid-summer cotton field, somewhere in the upper Galilee. The creek stumbled over rocks and ice, rushing away,…

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I met you, winter.

I met you, winter, at the end of all seasons. I learned your truthful taste and knew, that all my cold seasons were but sweet colorful patches of Anemone flowers and Cyclamens hiding beneath the mountain rocks. You were real, and I can call you mine, having walked the stormy days and frozen nights of…

Forty four years

Cold winter, snowy, then frozen. Then it rained. In it, I celebrate my years. The tiny island in the middle of the Brandywine river has the shape of a golden heart, blighted by frost. On the river banks grew Sycamore trees, their white bright branches rise and twist against heavy metal skies. I set next…

Black moon over the valley

Ice spread like countless diamonds on fir leaves and trees branches, shimmering in the cold sunlight. As I moved closer, I heard the music it played, tiny screeching sounds, as it invisibly yet inevitably melted down to the earth. Approaching my birthday, I look back and see how this year has shaken me to the…

Mixed media

I painted this painting about a year ago. It looked differently - just a thin layer of egg tempera depicting the forest that separates our home from the neighbors. I was not pleased with the outcome - it felt like I hadn't really nailed it. The composition was to my liking, but the colors seemed…

Telling snow lies

Halfway through January and already I had several opportunities to practice painting snow, a task which is both simple and challenging at the same time. First of all, in case you didn't notice, it's very cold outside; it has to be a quick drawing and then I can use it to make a painting later…

Southwards and back

We left our home two days before Christmas, in search of sun and sea. We drove from Pennsylvania to Maryland and from Maryland to West Virginia, than to Virginia and arrived by sunset of the first day to North Carolina. As we stepped out of the car, we were greeted by the soft evening wind…

Snow reflections

It has been one year since we moved from Israel to Pennsylvania. It was on December 21th, the first day of the winter. It seemed significant. Now, the circle keeps turning and nature puts on its winter cloak. During an evening walk with our dog I stood for a while, surrounded by snow, and made…

Changes

One of the visitors to my open studio art sale was asking about a certain painting. I told him it was an imaginary landscape, a mixture of memories from numerous visits to Marsh creek state park. He then asked me if I knew what was at the bottom of the lake and I said I…

The next day

The day after the open studio art sale. Another art sale is planned for this coming Saturday, which is good, because it keeps me alert - I need to take down the sold paintings, pack them for their new homes and put new ones instead. Fill up coffee in the coffee jar and get more…