Spring Painting By Edward Lighthouse

Year:

Medium:

Oil Painting

Size - (USA):

50 W x 100 H x 2.5 D (cm)

Size - (metric):

19.7 W x 39.4 H x 1.0 D (inches)

Theme:

Seasons

Edition:

Original

Artwork ID:

611565

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Artwork Description:

https: www. youtube. com watch v=EdDkveVdAr0 The first bells of the Spring,the last bells of the winter. Still cold outside,last icicles melt slowly. Small drops of water can be heard,in unexplored corners of the human form,but very well known by winters creatures. After the ice is melting the steam of the forgotten souls of the Spring reborn again. First you say that nothing will happen,but just like in fairy tale, the gray is becoming green again. The magic combination between the gray of the winter and the green of the spring seasoned with a little snow left, a flavor of old roots and shoots of young children of the Spring. Very low voice winter have at first,almost like a prayer. She is asking Nature to let her reign few weeks more,before she will be banished by spring. The two sisters are looking into each others eyes. Her voice is like a thunder before she is gone by alternating bass notes with the highest one. The white swan song of winter.... the force of Spring, first you can say that she will not come,no visible sign. But the first Spring bugs,Dark coloured,came like in a war ,marching from all the corners of the Earth,little soldiers of the Spring always disciplined,always in time for the war to scare the winter. With small steps running there and there,embracing the trees,like a prayer,for the first born buds. We are born again ,the bugs are saying, Oh,welcome back home ,the flowers answer. The Sun began to gain power,you can feel his warm rays,while a song can be heard in a distance. The song of the first Spring flowers,the song of the grass growing ,slowly kissed by the moonlight. We ,the flowers have a heart made of Sun and Moon rays And we the raindrops,are kissing your heart Oh,only the trees can hear this beautiful song. And slowly the winter has vanished. Every year ,Spring is welcoming us in her Temple,with joy,as we welcome the Spring in joy every year. The flowers are talking to the trees,the trees are talking to the bugs,the bugs are talking to the grass. A new form of language has been born. A language that only nature can understand. The green in all shades can be seen everywhere,a victory of the green is the victory of the Spring. Small birds chirping,can be seen everywhere,singing with joy,while the first drops of rain caressing Spring are slowly touching Earth. It is Spring everywhere and all over,the mountains,the sea,the plains,finally can have what they have so much desired. Like a crystal bowl,the nature is protecting her children,with a mild wind. Is the Spring wind. The mountains with majestic forests,can hear the waves of the sea in this small beautiful crystal bowl. Waves of after rain fragrances melted in flavors of the green can be felt everywhere. Early thunders can be heard in a distance. Oh,I can hear the flowers growing,I can hear this beautiful voice,warm and tender,I can hear the buds in the trees crying for the flowers to grow. A stray caterpillar crawling slowly going to an unknown destination. Her vivid colors draw the eyes of the birds. An explosion of senses... Spring. https: www. youtube. com watch v=8oHsBLPkDC8 Same Spring ,different String It has its own rhythm slowly coming like a dream the beautiful Spring travelling on a string made of gold a sound of fresh air cold at first but just like a musical note rises on divine harmony the warm came dancing on that musical note sounds of flute the sound of Earth dancing releasing... Life an explosion of colors an then... the first bird ... the first song a song of Love of beautiful Spring Same Spring.... different string.

Artwork Keywords:   Original Painting

Materials:   Oil Paintings