Way way WAY back, before I had to devote almost all of my spare time to writing and books, I used to paint trees. My style is twisty trees, lots of branches, and vibrant colors.
I haven’t picked up a brush to do more than touch-up a Halloween prop in over four years. But after this cold, bitter, unending winter, I looked at the spot above my mantle and needed a warm and sunny painting to punch my SAD in its face.
It always starts simply enough with a sky.
Later that day, I filled in the main trees and the grass.
The final step was adding some bright cherry blossoms and filling out the grass. I wanted a worm’s eye view so I feel like I’m laying in the grass while staring up at a cherry tree.
Ah yes, much better. Banish the evil frozen hand of winter and give me some warmth spring painting over my mantle.