40" x 60"
Oil and Mixed Media on Canvas
I drove down primarily on two lane roads and through dozens of small towns. The farm land was starting to reveal summer's promise. The further south I was the more vibrant and alive with color the land became.
Finally I was almost there and the last hour or so of my drive made the whole trip worth it. Horse farms where everywhere. From acres and acres with large barns and fancy arenas filled with jumps to small places with a run in shed and two horses and a pony in the front yard. The grass was verdant and against fences and next to the houses the azaleas where in full bloom. Pinks, whites, and purples clustered together, and it didn't stop there.
The dogwoods in every variety and colour and size where out doing themselves. Vying as it were, for your attention with spring flowers in yellow and blue and red. It was amazing.
However the true star of this was the wisteria. That creeping, woody vine that you either love or hate. It can be impossible to cultivate in your garden or take hold and take over. This day it was climbing up telephone poles and clothing hillsides in violet. The hues were muted by veils of cloud and rain and then would be sharply revealed in shafts of clear sunlight.The racemes of purple appeared to be almost two feet long. It was stunning. It was romantic. It was a bit of the old south revealed it her fecund splendor.
My memories of that trip are all in greens, lavenders, and creams. So when this canvas started to take shape it transported me back to that spring day. I hope it transports you too.