Forsythia is pure joy. There is not an ounce, not a glimmer of sadness or even knowledge in forsythia. Pure, undiluted, untouched joy. -Anne Morrow Lindbergh
I try to book my painting time around the fleeting May blooms. Forsythia waits for no one and I was at her beck and call.
May, oil / cold wax on canvas, 12x48in, copyright Jan Yates 2014