Temperatures dropped and snow flakes fall. Winter has arrived. The first snow, portrayed here by the Icelandic painter Jóhannes Kjarval, sets a determined end to the lingering warmth and bright colours of autumn. She shrouds the mountains in white and freezes the sea, regardless of the sailors struggling to get their ship into the bay. Leaving a trail of ice blue frost, she walks the landscape and there she is, right in front of you.
The curves of her hair and her shoulder, her slender neck suggest that she might be pretty, if it wasn’t for her cold, hard stare and the harsh and unforgiving set of her mouth. She will not take no for an answer. She is here, and there is no escape from her.
It is time to let go of the yearning for the warmth and light, the denial of winter. It is time to grow and face her, to embrace her with all her coldness.
Artwork: Jóhannes S. Kjarval, 1953, Fyrstu snjóar (First Snow). Seen at Reykjavík Art Museum.