This beguiling artwork whispers the serenity of a winter’s embrace. A ballet of ghostly trees, veiled in the winter’s cloak, dance under a solemn sky washed in muted hues of blue and gray. Their branches, like the delicate fingers of ice maidens, reach out to the heavens in silent supplication. Shadows and light play hide and seek on the virgin snow, creating a tapestry of soft blues and whites, a frozen lake of tranquility. In the distance, a solitary figure, perhaps a wayward traveler, etches a path across the frosty canvas, a lone witness to the silent recital of the wintry woods.
Diane harnesses a palette of chilled tones to evoke the quietude and introspection that winter bestows upon the land. Each stroke of the brush carries the weight of a snowflake, yet the sum of parts conjures a landscape that is ethereal and otherworldly. The technique—a harmonious blend of precision and freedom—conjures the impressionistic touch of Claude Monet, where the essence of the scene is captured through feeling and suggestion rather than meticulous detail. The painting is a serene symphony, a dream half-remembered, where the world is stilled, and time pauses in respect for the season’s stark, cold beauty.
Gloria!!!! Thank you for your lovely interpretation which captures the mood and essence of the painting. You’re a masterful writer, and you make me want to paint again. If I had read your description many years ago, I probably would have continued. 💙💚💙💚💙Thank you!
Thoroughly delightful! While not a painter/artist of any kind, your images carried me back to my youth. Then we skated on impounded water resulting from surface strip mining for coal. That fact detracted in no way from our skating sessions on the thick ice. Bonfires to warm feet and hands, then back on the ice. I see that now as the energy of youth coupled with self expression.
Thank you for this comment. Adults here simply avoided being out unnecessarily in the bitter cold. One of my fellow skaters remarked that starting a bonfire on the ice was perfectly workable. Between over a foot of thickness and night temperatures well below 0°F, that proved to be true. Sometimes cutting a hole in the ice allowed the use of buckets to toss water on rough areas of ice. I remember cracking, groaning sounds as we did so! Joyful!
Sweet memories...and aren’t you glad you help them! You’re quite the painter...will you get new paints and brushes, paint your way through these icy, snowy days we’ve had!? Everything cancelled again today...my hair appt 😫LOL and dance class. I’m going to try some scrapbooking with pics from Christmas...found some old stuff too! Thanks for sharing, giving me a nudge!
I'm glad you're tempted to draw and paint again!!! FWIW I have personally experienced this truth: art supply stores still sell paints and drawing tools!!! 😉😘🥰💚💚💚
I love to revisit things I created long ago and try to figure out who I was when I first created them and why. Oddly enough, I like to think God does the same.
Diane K24: You are as beautiful on canvas as with words.
Thank you for sharing different moods of winter, each capturing a Moment. That is what fascinates me in beautiful art. In 1880-1881, Auguste Renoir captured a Moment that links us in 2024 with the laughter, the flirting, the brilliant colors and sunshine of "Luncheon at the Boating Party". In a totally different style, in 1884, Georges Seurat captured for posterity a Moment with "Sunday on La Grande Jatte."
It always haunts me to wonder about the persons, each of them, in the Renoir and Seurat paintings, to transport myself in time and place to that Moment, during La Belle Époque -- a time of innocence before the devastations of "The Great War" (WWI).
Your paintings draw me into your Moment as you spiritually reflect on the winter around you.
The paint brush expressed your movement. The calling to dip into hidden strokes of frozen ice coat character trees wisps captured all in a row. Then to skate and bring laughs when a slip of tongue tripped skates slide out from under you. Snow bound snuggles paint a picture of good times reflected; captured by the enclosed space in a cell phone. Words , paints. A hidden stroke of nostalgia to warm the inner self.
Love the painting. I have some canvases and acrylics I want to play with soon!
Thanks, Pamela. We will all need some artistic escapes/therapies!
Yes we do! I have to fit this in between crazy kitten antics though.
Ice covered lake and a snow topped alley! Wonderful painting!
Thanks!
You have skills. Paint again?
100%
Thanks, Patris! Maybe. I haven’t re-done that little girl on the path yet!
Will be watching to see
Top painting. My thoughts.
This beguiling artwork whispers the serenity of a winter’s embrace. A ballet of ghostly trees, veiled in the winter’s cloak, dance under a solemn sky washed in muted hues of blue and gray. Their branches, like the delicate fingers of ice maidens, reach out to the heavens in silent supplication. Shadows and light play hide and seek on the virgin snow, creating a tapestry of soft blues and whites, a frozen lake of tranquility. In the distance, a solitary figure, perhaps a wayward traveler, etches a path across the frosty canvas, a lone witness to the silent recital of the wintry woods.
Diane harnesses a palette of chilled tones to evoke the quietude and introspection that winter bestows upon the land. Each stroke of the brush carries the weight of a snowflake, yet the sum of parts conjures a landscape that is ethereal and otherworldly. The technique—a harmonious blend of precision and freedom—conjures the impressionistic touch of Claude Monet, where the essence of the scene is captured through feeling and suggestion rather than meticulous detail. The painting is a serene symphony, a dream half-remembered, where the world is stilled, and time pauses in respect for the season’s stark, cold beauty.
Gloria!!!! Thank you for your lovely interpretation which captures the mood and essence of the painting. You’re a masterful writer, and you make me want to paint again. If I had read your description many years ago, I probably would have continued. 💙💚💙💚💙Thank you!
Please, paint. It will give you untold pleasure. Do it from your heart. No expectations, no rules. Paint what you see in your memories.
Gloria, you’re so sweet. Perhaps I will the next time we are snowed in! 💙💚💙
Thoroughly delightful! While not a painter/artist of any kind, your images carried me back to my youth. Then we skated on impounded water resulting from surface strip mining for coal. That fact detracted in no way from our skating sessions on the thick ice. Bonfires to warm feet and hands, then back on the ice. I see that now as the energy of youth coupled with self expression.
Gary, thanks so much. In Sweden we had bonfires by the pond as well, and my aunt made a hot, spicy drink (glogg) for adults and hot cocoa for the kids. https://www.thespruceeats.com/traditional-glogg-recipe-3510987
Thank you for this comment. Adults here simply avoided being out unnecessarily in the bitter cold. One of my fellow skaters remarked that starting a bonfire on the ice was perfectly workable. Between over a foot of thickness and night temperatures well below 0°F, that proved to be true. Sometimes cutting a hole in the ice allowed the use of buckets to toss water on rough areas of ice. I remember cracking, groaning sounds as we did so! Joyful!
I was fearful of cracking ice but trusted my Swedish friends!
Sweet memories...and aren’t you glad you help them! You’re quite the painter...will you get new paints and brushes, paint your way through these icy, snowy days we’ve had!? Everything cancelled again today...my hair appt 😫LOL and dance class. I’m going to try some scrapbooking with pics from Christmas...found some old stuff too! Thanks for sharing, giving me a nudge!
Thanks, Joan! What else can we do? Cleaning house is last on my list!
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Kept them
And for the record, Diane, I love your winter paintings!
Many thanks, Paul. Feel free to use one for a lovely blue poem!
Thank you, Diane, I'll think about that.
Bravo Diane!!!! Wonderful paintings and memories!!!! Hurrah!!!!!! I hope you'll get another paint set and keep painting!!!!! 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚
Thanks, Sue. I still have paints packed away. They probably haven’t survived. I’ve been tempted to draw and paint recently. Maybe!
I'm glad you're tempted to draw and paint again!!! FWIW I have personally experienced this truth: art supply stores still sell paints and drawing tools!!! 😉😘🥰💚💚💚
I love to revisit things I created long ago and try to figure out who I was when I first created them and why. Oddly enough, I like to think God does the same.
Paul, you always say something provocative worth pondering --I never really thought of God in this way except in Genesis. I love it.
Diane K24: You are as beautiful on canvas as with words.
Thank you for sharing different moods of winter, each capturing a Moment. That is what fascinates me in beautiful art. In 1880-1881, Auguste Renoir captured a Moment that links us in 2024 with the laughter, the flirting, the brilliant colors and sunshine of "Luncheon at the Boating Party". In a totally different style, in 1884, Georges Seurat captured for posterity a Moment with "Sunday on La Grande Jatte."
It always haunts me to wonder about the persons, each of them, in the Renoir and Seurat paintings, to transport myself in time and place to that Moment, during La Belle Époque -- a time of innocence before the devastations of "The Great War" (WWI).
Your paintings draw me into your Moment as you spiritually reflect on the winter around you.
Thank you so much for sharing.
Thanks, Armand! You mentioned Renoir’s “Luncheon at the Boating Party”which is one of my favorites. How I would love to paint people!
The paint brush expressed your movement. The calling to dip into hidden strokes of frozen ice coat character trees wisps captured all in a row. Then to skate and bring laughs when a slip of tongue tripped skates slide out from under you. Snow bound snuggles paint a picture of good times reflected; captured by the enclosed space in a cell phone. Words , paints. A hidden stroke of nostalgia to warm the inner self.
How kind of you to post lyrically! Thank you, Richard!
Love those pieces. Love the snow and your depiction of the trees💙.
The photo is wonderful. A beautiful memory 😊💙
Thanks, BmG--the magic of youth!
Many thanks, Tamra!