spring is a terrible time. not in the sense of bad, but in the sense of awe-inspiring. terribilita, i think is what the italians called it. this not-painting has some of that giddy and terrifying quality of spring - the world moving on, with or without you or rolling right over you. doesn't it make Botticelli's Primavera seem so manicured and mediated? most of the snow is gone. i smell mud outside. the hose is thawed out so we can compost again.
Collage, 4" x 4"
Do you mind if I borrow this for my blog? with links and credits of course?
ReplyDeleteOf course you may borrow for your esteemed blog.
ReplyDeletespring is a terrible time. not in the sense of bad, but in the sense of awe-inspiring. terribilita, i think is what the italians called it. this not-painting has some of that giddy and terrifying quality of spring - the world moving on, with or without you or rolling right over you. doesn't it make Botticelli's Primavera seem so manicured and mediated? most of the snow is gone. i smell mud outside. the hose is thawed out so we can compost again.
ReplyDeleteTerribilita indeed.
ReplyDeleteI always have great conflict over the coming of spring. The world moving on, with or without you or rolling right over you . ..