Around here, Spring doesn't just slowly emerge, it absolutely unfurls with unrivaled exuberance. If it was musical it would be a trumpet. If it was a scent it would be of freshly cut grass. The perennial ferns that have been under the ice and snow for months are now shooting up with life and unstoppable vitality. Even though we have had days and days of rain and cold temperatures, it is officially Spring and I for one am so happy to move my inside life outside. Even it its only for one or two days a week, between rains. This is the season for taking lots of pictures of the vibrant plant life around me, and then translating those photographs to paint and collage. I am continuing my series “Of the Woods”, but my color palette is keyed to the palette of Spring. The Spring palette is warm and clear. More yellows and less blues. More pastels and less gray. Ahh, how refreshing! ...