acrylic and oil on thin canvas
'When comes spring' is a wish that I have translated into a painting. I wish that it was spring already. I wish that this time had passed us by. I wish that winter would bid us adieu. If I shut my eyes tightly, I can see a blue sky, a blustery, puffy cloud filled sky, yet there is a crispness in the air that is characteristic of early spring days. Summer is undoubtedly on its way and the blossoms are slowly starting to appear. Alas the air is not yet warm. When comes spring?