It's raining. This I know for sure, it's going to be one lush spring. Without the gray days, we wouldn't appreciate the sun when it shines, shines, shines .... and it will. Always does.
The almighty fox took a long gaze my way the other day gingerly sauntering away as my dog, Weez, went bezerk. Animal sightings do not go unnoticed and I immediately look to see what they are telling me. This is what I found.The symbolism of a fox sighting : Physical or mental responsiveness, increased awarenessCunning; seeing through deception; call to be discerningAbility to find your way around, to be swift in tricky sitationsAffinity with nocturnal activities and dream work
Seeing the sun through the tunnel of darkness on my walk sends calm and hope to my being. We have our share of gray days here in Northeaster Pa, so when the sun comes out it, everyone want to shout out "Hallelujah!." Hence, the title of this piece - 40" x 40" on charmeuse silk.
She said: "I hadnt' seen one of these in a long time when your text came in."
There's something about ferns that intrigue me. They seem to be the sort of 'oak tree of plants' with their sturdiness, beauty and quiet strength. These two 30" x 40" acrylic and collage on wood titles 'Verdant 1 and 2' can be seen at Marquis Gallery in Scranton, Pa.
