The snowdrop—small, humble, and resilient, emerging through the frozen ground. Katie Sollohub’s yearly ritual of painting the first snowdrops is a quiet acknowledgement of the wheel of time; the cyclical qualities of life and the natural year. Drawn to their fleeting nature, Katie reflects on cycles of life and loss: from darkness into light, and back again. There is an urgency in their appearance, and a quiet acceptance in letting them go: recording what is briefly present and held only for a moment before it passes.
Katie Sollohub
