Spring has finally started to show itself here in the Northeast. Daffodils are coming up and blooming, fuzzy little buds are waiting for just the right moment to open on the magnolia tree, and the little plant we call "spikey bush" due to its abundance of thorns has little green leaves appearing all over. The chipmunk appeared yesterday for the first time, eating the bird feeder leftovers, and the frogs in our spring pond have been singing heartily in the evening. Its as if all of creation is waking up, eager for life, eager to express itself.
I feel the same way, I'm eager to begin a new cycle of creativity, a new cycle of painting. We'll see which direction I'm drawn to, what expressions manifest. It's an amazing feeling to realize that I too am part of that cycle of life, cycle of art. We all are. :)