Let it snow...

The weather outside is frightful... sort of.

Boston is having it's first snowstorm of the season. While driving in this weather is less than fun, and I'm absolutely convinced that nobody will come to my opening tonight, I have to say otherwise I'm ecstatic.

I love what this weather does to the landscape, transforming it into a symphony of subtly modulated greys, with just the barest hints of color, and lines that are normally sharp and crisp in the distance and horizon just fade off into nothingness. Magic. Pure Magic.

While I like most Monet, I have to say his bright splashy paintings don't speak to me as much as his somber, carefully controlled and understated winter scenes.





I wish I had time to get out and paint today...