For winter's rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
Algernon Swinburne (1837-1909)
Indian Inks and acrylic on canvas
by Emma Rose
Here is a wonderful critique of this painting by the well known artist Gerry Dudgeon
"Very subtle painting this. The colours coming through the scratched-out lines are superb! Reminiscent of reeds growing up through water. The tension between the horizontal plane of the water's surface and the 2 dimensional vertical plane of the reeds works very well. Glad you haven't used a horizon either. The painting doesn't need one at all. Superb."