For me, making a piece of art is like writing. Before anything else, I ask myself what it is going to be about. In this instance, I knew I wanted it tied to the season of spring. A recent conversation with a cousin involved my grandmother and spring robins. So I also wanted robins involved. I have memories of visiting my grandparents on the farm. In spring, the crabapple trees were lush with pink blossoms. Too soon did the pink petals fall from the trees. But during that brief window of time, the blossoms filled blue skies like fairies dancing on the wind. Pink blossoms. Blue skies. Robin Red-Breast. I started to see my composition. Next week, I'll talk about the actual process involved in making this piece.