"sirens of spring"

24x18”

acrylic on canvas

While still in the thick of winter, memories of yellow crocuses peeping through patches of thawing snow, grass, and dirt soil popped into my head. Why? I don't know, perhaps, like many people in the dead of winter, I often long for spring. Call it a failure to live in the moment, a vision of a brighter tomorrow, or a memory of something beautiful… I call it “spring signs.”