Seven years ago, while I was pregnant for the first time, I had this idea to paint a series of pictures for my daughter’s room: a landscape for each season with the horizon continuing from one 20×30″ canvas to the next (though the terrain and scale don’t match). Isn’t it funny how childless people think they’ll still have time for projects once they reproduce? I managed to finish Winter while she was still a baby.
I have just finished the second, Autumn.
I’ve done some underpainting on Summer. But Spring? I won’t even show you the disastrous acrylic nightmare of Spring. (They all started in acrylics, which I loathe, because I figured I shouldn’t inhale turpentine fumes too much while pregnant. Most of Autumn was later repainted in oils.)
At this rate, the final one will be a graduation present.
And then I can start on another series for my son, to commemorate his retirement.
michelle heimburger 