Howling. Yipping and barking. I wake. Coyotes seeming to be just outside my bedroom window on a clear mid-March night. Yet another odd winter has come to a close and spring is now official. A brief stay of cold on this day. The weather will soon warm. Flowers daring to appear. Stems only. This is Vermont after all …
The artistic influence of a shift in season permeates my studio. A predictor of paintings to come…
