The Four Seasons
Before I begin this morningI apologise that these paintings are not in the order of seasons so I will leave you to sort them in your mind. This is a series of abstracts I painted for my sons office. They were an attempt to portray the four seasons without doing it the obvious way of painting a snowscape etc.
I was greatly helped again by my father. My Sunday walks with him played an important part in shaping and moulding the way I looked at life. One of his greatest lessons came to me on one such a walk.
Let me digress for a bit. Three times in the last week I have heard people talking about their bucket lists. A great idea to do all the things that you want to do before you die. A great idea but sadly the things I might want to do I can no longer attempt. The good side is that I have reached a point where I am happy doing what I am doing. I hope I am bringing some joy with the art I am producing.
Now let me share with you the lesson my father shared with the little guy with the crop of bright red hair, me.
I went on to share this with every class of students that sat before me, and some of them I know listened.
Here is the little lesson I shared.