Spring is here, screaming its song and steam-rolling its way directly towards summer. It's turmoil out there: the birds are desperately nest-building, while trying to control their patch, defending it from rivals, predators, high winds and torrential rain storms; and then there is a lull... the sun comes out and its so beautiful - full of promise. I love this time of year, the earth has been cleared and stands black against the gaudy colours of the newly planted bedding plants. The grass is beginning to intensify its dense greenness, and the daffodils reign supreme. Gathered up and crammed into vases, they help to cheer up the dark corners and north -facing windowsills inside the house. I always find myself painting a vase of daffodils around this time of year, I find them a painting challenge, and they continue to evade me, so I will continue to try and capture in acid yellow, their startling beauty.
|Daffodils from my student days 1980|