While experimenting one day, I saw that the flows of the watercolor paint on the wet white paper before me were somehow turning into scenes of snow and ice. And as I continued to look and to work, passages of prose and poetry came to me.
Lovely, Dark and Deep
Watercolor on paper 8” x 12”
“Whose woods these are I think I know …
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow …
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep …”
From Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost
