Sometimes with our long Alaskan winters, spring can sneak up on us suddenly, unexpectedly. When I'm paying attention, I first notice it in the color of the light as the sun reaches higher and higher each day from its depressed lurking low on the horizon. Bits on winter foliage begin to appear beneath the deep banks of snow.
Alaskans living in my area normally don't see green until the end of May. Instead, our spring colors are the deep turquoise of the melting snow reflecting the brilliant warmth of the sky. Red violets can be seen by the keen of eyes from the branches of the deciduous trees. And brilliant ocher from last seasons's grasses and undergrowth dances in the wind and new warmth from the sun.
The year I painted this I hadn't noticed these subtle changes. I was too engulfed in personal and family difficulties. Imagine my surprise, delight and joy, as one spring day, my eyes opened to this quiet scene. A little rural corner of the world that looked rather ordinary to the everyday bystander took on new meaning, and I quickly put down color notes in the sketchbook I kept at my side.
I completed the painting at home in one flurry using my painting tool of choice, the palette knife. I was eager to convey the light and hope I had experienced that spring day.
Bring this light-filled impressionist painting home to remind you also that spring will surely return.