The snow is finally melting here in Charlotte and, begrudgingly, I must return to the swing of things.
Jake is working extra hard today, too, making up for lost time spent playing in the snow, so...I don't think he'll have time to get me copies of any of his snow-inspired sketchwork today. I'll try to get that up soon, though.
Meanwhile, I thought I'd share this watercolor with you, which I discovered over on Julie's Journal. She submitted it for Illustration Friday, and I just fell in love with it.
It reminds me of poetry.
Maybe that's strange, but I look at the beauty and the slightly strange colors of this painting and words immediately start floating through my mind...
The soft, yellow-gray light of morning breathes into the shadows. A chill hangs in the air, over the naked-limbed trees, as smoke rises into the sky from a nearby factory, smudging the awakening clouds with blue. All is still hushed except for the biting whistle of the wind and an occasional train...
I don't know. That's just what comes to me.
Any artwork inspire something in you lately?