Prosaic Winter - Like everything in 2020, this winter is not common. This painting is named Prosaic Winter, and I painted it a few years before the pandemic of 2020. The chaotic lines marring calming blues and greens mimics what our year has been like. The virus took everything we love and scribbled over the top of it.
I feel more lucky than many. My family has all remained employed, and none of us has been sick. As the year ends, I hope that everyone can start enjoying an uptick in health, fitness and fortune.
Happy 2021! Perhaps, it will be a prosaic year.