Allegory of Spring

There is a mad enchantment that possesses the heart and mind when confronted by the possibilities glimpsed through visions of beauty and love.
“Allegory of Spring” is the first of the paintings for my upcoming solo exhibition “Mad Enchantment” at Meyer Gallery, Santa Fe. The opening reception is on September 15, from 5-7 pm and runs thru the 21st.

“Allegory of Spring” 24×20 inches, oil on panel

The Spring 

by Thomas Carew

Now that the winter’s gone, the earth hath lost
Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost
Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream
Upon the silver lake or crystal stream;
But the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth,
And makes it tender; gives a sacred birth
To the dead swallow; wakes in hollow tree
The drowsy cuckoo, and the humble-bee.
Now do a choir of chirping minstrels bring
In triumph to the world the youthful Spring.
The valleys, hills, and woods in rich array
Welcome the coming of the long’d-for May.
Now all things smile, only my love doth lour;
Nor hath the scalding noonday sun the power
To melt that marble ice, which still doth hold
Her heart congeal’d, and makes her pity cold.
The ox, which lately did for shelter fly
Into the stall, doth now securely lie
In open fields; and love no more is made
By the fireside, but in the cooler shade
Amyntas now doth with his Chloris sleep
Under a sycamore, and all things keep
Time with the season; only she doth carry
June in her eyes, in her heart January.
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