So Long Till Next Year 1960

Grandma Moses painted "So Long Till Next Year" with oils, and you can see how she built up the image layer by layer. It's like she's building a memory, one dab of paint at a time. Look at the snow, how she's used these feathery strokes, almost like she's tickling the canvas! The trees are simplified, but they're full of life. And the way she's dotted the sky with stars, it's like she's scattered glitter across the night. I'm drawn to the little house, it's so solid and real against this backdrop of fantasy and movement. It anchors the scene, and it reminds me how even in our wildest dreams, there's always a need for home, for something stable. Grandma Moses reminds me of Henri Rousseau, who also had a way of painting these magical, dreamlike scenes with a kind of childlike wonder. It's like she's saying, "Hey, let's not take ourselves too seriously. Let's just enjoy the ride."