"Flower Child" mixed media on cradled hardboard, 16" x 16". Ready to hang. Available on Artfinder.
March already! Spring has sprung here in SoFlo, where the trees are simultaneously blooming and pushing off last year's leaves, and pollen and leaves swirl together in the air, mix with the humidity and land in a clump of organic cement on cars, sidewalks and driveways. The clouds have returned, hinting at the rainy season to come. Snowbirds have begun to plan their return to northern homes over the next two months. And the lake in our back yard is filled with waterfowl mating rituals and the promise of gangs of ducklings emerging to terrorize residents with their irresistible cuteness.
It's also the big ramp up in art events before the end of the high season here. Half a dozen shows are going up over the next two weeks. My studio is a turnstile of paintings coming and going. Sheer madness.
I'll be jumping off the deep end into the art festival circuit later this month, sampling the art gypsy lifestyle under a brilliant white tent. Fortunately, I've got a strong man to set up and tear down for these events. He works for greens fees.
And then there is the art. This piece appeared out of nowhere, making me smile. A reminder to slow down and sit a spell, put flowers in my hair and enjoy the moment. A complete change from bossy queens, this one sweet and calm. I think I'll take a fashion cue from her today and wear clashing patterns. She tells me it's the latest trend.