To make a prairie it takes a clover
And one bee,
One clover, and a bee,
The revery alone will do
If bees are few.
Winter Weeds is tied to the same thread of thought as Emily Dickinson’s poem. In so many words she describes the essential and most basic ingredients for an earthly paradise, but in the end she upholds that the only necessary ingredient is one that comes from within.
The ability to dream, or to find solace or strength or inspiration in your own thoughts, enables us to find the beauty of summer in the dead of winter, clover-less and bee-less though it may be, and is dependent on our own intellectual and spiritual wealth and not on the elements around us.
This is essentially what I was trying to communicate in my painting. A state of reverie (and some reverence too) colors ones perception of the world around us and makes up for its shortcomings.