Springtime

Springtime

Last Sunday morning I was on my way to the celebration of the Mass in St Theresa church across the road. The road was quiet, but filled with cars. Something strange; something missing. When I entered the church through the side-door I saw people looking at me and pointing at their watches. Then it dawned on me that it was daylight saving. That means: Springtime! I should have known that, because I just finished a painting, called Spring. In the right moment of my painting I tried to capture a real feel and uplifting of spring. Without words I tried to capture Spring in all its glory of my painting.

With some bright plants, also bought from across the road, I covered the bare braches on my deck with colours of the rainbow. On the trellis of my deck the jasmine is in full bloom already with the climates next to it bursting with red buds. For me this is the time of new life, of letting go of bare dead branches in my life, of making way to green bonfires in moments of black disappear.

The greenness of the leaves and the freshness of the flowers are calling me back to new life, flowing through everything with the promise of a new beginning.
Often I fill my life with vulnerable touches of the wrong colour, avoiding the simple truth of Gods greenness. But the bright light of the Creator gives me a time of peace and grace, while the unimportant things in me fall away. The sap, the shoot, the stem, the root of Gods life gives me a new beginning, a new growth towards a beautiful God. Impossible to paint.

Spring-greetings to you,
John