Just finished a new painting of the new season.
The first flowers of spring have always fascinated me. I never stop being amazed at these small frail flower's ability to grow and break through the hard frozen soil. Suddenly they are there, "the same procedure as every year" - apparently against all odds.
If this isn't symbolic what is?
The hyacinths grew 2 cm before I had finished painting them.
A New Season acrylics on canvas 97 x 97 cm
© Elizabeth Tyler 2011