Winter Threshold

“Winter is the oldest season and it has some quality of the absolute about it. Yet, in truth, beneath the surface of Winter, the miracle of Spring is already in preparation. The cold is relenting, seeds are waking up, and colours are beginning to imagine how they will return. Then, imperceptibly, somewhere, one bud opens, and the symphony of renewal is no longer reversible. From the black heart of Winter, a miraculous, breathing plenitude of colour emerges.”                       – John O’Donahue

Painting a Christmas card design for the Chisholme Institute, inspired by the beech hedge which runs through the middle of the vegetable garden.