I finished this piece last night as the last of the snowmelts away leaving random piles everywhere. I am intrigued by the sense of falling, which I did not see until I was almost done, and the recurring lapping of curves and points. It has a deep quiet like the snow before people came out, but there are other things going on as well. See it here without the wall paper.
Today, these tiny blue flowers are blooming in the cold wind and bright sun.
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