Friday, 12 December 2014

I grew up in a place whose name means ' Valley of Snow."  
This watercolour is an amalgam of details from my memory.
I love the quiet that snow brings both to the ears and the eyes. 
It muffles sound so that a single bird's whistle seems to travel
forever while it covers much of the usual visual deluge of texture 
and detail in white simplicity.  

Watercolour 3"x 4.5 inches on 140 lb. acid free paper.

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