Not only are the reeds frozen, but the animal tracks are too. Frozen in time. They tell a story which I love to read when hiking in nature. I have to put the pieces together from this story… whose tracks? When were they made? Did the animal have the silver moon as a guiding light? Were they seeking shelter from the cold? Were they eating roots? Those are some of the thoughts that run through my mind even while painting.
In this painting the setting sun turned the tops of some reeds a fiery orange. Yet, they rest peacefully contrasted by the blue icy waters. Fire and Ice.
This scene spoke to me in so many ways.