I have always loved spring in New England, late as it often seems to come in Massachusetts. When the pandemic changed all of our lives in March, I felt as if I had been enveloped in a fog of purgatory. The world was lonely and scary. Creativity, which has always been easy for me, was hard and distant. I took many long, solitary walks on those gray days, trying to escape the weariness of our new everyday. But slowly, sure as they do every year, green bursts of life began to make themselves known again. Soft blossoms unfolded in cautious hope, and I watched the world around me come back to life. In these deeply challenging days, meditating on these blossoms' forms, and escaping into the pleasure of color, line, texture and shape, have been a wonderful gift. In our darkest times, we must remember the beautiful things. All works are 22-1/2" x 22-1/2" and are crayon, gouache, ink, and oil pastel on paper.