January is always so cold and gray... Seems like spring is a long way off. At the beginning of march my mom and I always start keeping at eye out for the first robin... a promise that spring is coming. Whoever sees the first robin and calls to brag about it first, wins.
I had that in mind as I created this painting. The cold harsh gray winter. Winds blowing. Chapped faces. Bare trees. But there's that one robin who braves it first. That small promise that it will change... Maybe I am just impatient this year so I made a robin of my own. :)