New England springs in their faltering progress recapitulate all the classic faith trials. When this tiny painting was done two weeks and a snowstorm ago, the world outside was pretty drab. Looking closely, you could find pussy willow bushes along the sunken edges of fields beginning to throw a little silver, and the slow drip of hopeful canary yellow pooling around the nape of a molting goldfinch. My heart clings desperately to these unspectacular beginnings.

Hopeful Things of Very Early Spring

oil on panel

5.75" x 7"

(Last of the non-standard sizes, I think! Starting prices take into account ease of framing.)