Dreaming of Spring


Awakening from the moroseness of winter, we can find meaning in the delightful seasonal change happening around us and once again find hope in the rebirthing of spring. 

Pencil and water colour on textured paper; 760mm W x 590mm H.

Shipping size incl. packaging

Height (CM) = 74

Width / Diameter if cylinder (CM) = 89

Depth / Diameter if cylinder (CM) = 17

Weight = 7kg

1 in stock


‘Under tickling mist of a morning drizzle,

clouds a high pearlescent ceiling

across the lapping silver water,

Hope rose like a looming cliff


Drops began to fall with a soft pitter-patter,

rippling the surface of the river;

Gazing down into the black, slow-moving depths,

where drifted fragments of a broken moon,

branches of tress brush my face with blossom


A soft agitation of wings caresses my cheek;

the air breathing from the well-nigh spring sky,

bore a voice which whispered…

I will lift you on the wings of Hope’


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