May Day. May Day. May Day.April showers-
bring us May Flowers.
We need them.
Pastel, 11.5 x 12,
$200.
Genre paintings by Johanna Bohoy
I was new to Boston. I walked down the gray tree lined street to my apartment, went to bed, woke up the next morning and went out the door to work. The surprise that greeted me that morning is frozen in my memory– Commonwealth Avenue had exploded with pink velvety blossoms– from one end of the street to the next and the next and the next. The tree limbs had miraculously transformed during the night. A heady, sensuous fragrance perfumed the air. What a beautiful, welcoming gift from my new little city.
Narcissus, of Greek mythology, was a beautiful youth, who was so obsessed with his own reflection as he gazed into a spring, that he fell in and drowned. Legend has it that the Narcissus flower [or daffodil] sprang from the spot where he died.
Bursts of yellow explode from the not yet spring green lawn.
April in Paris.
My scanner is not working so I can't put up any new paintings. Here is an old one:
Betwixt and between– spring and summer.
Sands of time.