Sometimes a painting makes me think of something, and then I find a poem about that something to develop a title. This one made me think of a spring rain.
In Christina Rosetti’s poem Spring Rain, I found these lines:
There is no time like Spring that passes by,
Now newly born, and now
Hastening to die.
The quick transition between birth and hastiness is compelling — it’s hard to remember to slow down in between. I titled this painting “Born and Hastening.”