|"Snow in the Pines" Joanne F. Regan|
|"Snow Shadows" Jody Regan|
I can smell the wet wool of my soaked mittens after making snowballs, forts, huts, and sledding down the front hills before coming in to hot chocolate, and rolled newspaper to put in our boots. Mom's painting draws me into the snowy woods behind our home... it's very poignant for me, as all my senses and memories feel activated.
Next to Mom's painting, is one of mine from a few years ago, "Snow Shadows". I've been studying the variety of colors in our two paintings.. similarities and differences. I painted a small hill across the street from our yard, again on a warm winter day. Completely different palette from Mom's painting, but I can still hear the warmed snow falling from branches.
Someone told me a number of years ago that snow paintings aren't appealing, too cold. Neither of the above paintings feels cold to me. I feel the warmth of the sun, and the allure of snow in the pines... some 40 years apart.
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