Spring

Blind Artist Vision: blog by Stella De Genova

Do you have a favorite season?  By the time we get through any season, it feels good to start the next.   I do like all of the seasons (although I tire of winter within a month!), but I think I have to choose spring for a favorite.

Summer, filled with so much to do that can’t be done during the rest of the year, makes me want to jump into it and go, go, go.  It’s hot and sunny and being outside is where I want to be – and no jackets necessary.  From picking vegetables from the garden and playing in the water with the kids to sipping wine in the evening with good friends is my idea of happy, but by the time we get near the end of summer, I am ready for a break from the heat outside and look forward to a big pot of soup on the stove to warm us on the inside.

The crispness of autumn air and leaves on the ground is a joy all its own, and I love watching the grandkids get excited over Halloween.  After all of the outside cleanup is done, autumn is a perfect time to cozy up on the couch for a good movie.  Then, of course, we start to think about preparing for the big upcoming holidays.

In winter, we hope for a “white Christmas” and after all of the festivities, we hunker down for the long winter.  If you’re not a snow bunny, and I’m not, you stay in and stay warm!

But let’s get back to spring.  It’s finally warming up and buds are peeking out and popping open on all of the foliage.  The thought of rebirth and rejuvenation is invigorating.  I have so many things I want to do and a newfound energy to try to do it all.

By the end of winter, my creativity almost feels snubbed out and it’s an effort to find something new to do, but now that we’re into spring, I have lots of ideas swirling in my head.  As it gets more and more difficult for me to see and navigate the world around me, my hope is that my spiritual muses stick by me and help me turn all of my ideas into paintings.

One of the first pastels I ever did is called Chicago Spring.  Chicago winters can be quite gray but the buds on the trees give us all hope for sunny days to come.

My kids are all grown now but my first child, my son was born in March, very close to the beginning of spring.  What a magical spring that was with a new baby, new dreams, and a new understanding of what love really means!  When my daughter had her first baby, all of those feelings came back to me and I painted Mother and Child, which was from a photo of my first born and me.

Another thing I like to do in spring is pick some of the first flowers and bring them into our home.  That is where Daffodils came from. I’ve painted daffodils and tulips and in that way, I can keep spring eternal through my artwork! 

I just finished a painting yesterday, calling it Colorado Spring, which you can find in my Scenic – U.S. gallery and I already have a couple new ideas swirling around but before I start those, I have some fresh spring asparagus to roast and toss into a lemony pasta.

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