Linocut printed with black, water soluble, Speedball ink and Daniel Smith
water-soluble burnt umber on Somerset paper.
Spring is a time of waiting. It is not only a time when a young man's fancy
turns to thoughts of love, or a time of rebirth and regeneration. It is
a time of uncertainty and despair. In e.e.cummings' poem, "in just spring," it
is a time where childhood and sexual maturity meet in that murky time
where innocence will be transformed by a balloon man who becomes a goat-footed
Pan, enticing the children from their games of marbles and hopscotch.
For T.S. Eliot, this is the cruelest time of the year because it breeds
hope in a land devoid of hope.
And yet spring has always brought with it a sense of renewal, a belief
the hardships caused by winter can be forgotten, and a hope that the promise
of a better life ahead will be fulfilled.
In this image, Spring has arrived,
but the promise of Spring has not yet been fulfilled. There is a riot
of grasses and flowers in the forgeround, but the tree is still bare,
and the sky is empty of life.
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