La Primavera Fredda by Sam Francis

A pale ground holds scattered pools of blue. La Primavera Fredda arrives quietly, like frost lingering past its season. The blue isn’t uniform—some patches deepen to indigo, others thin to watery washes. White gaps between them read like cracks in ice or the first light through winter branches. A single ochre mark near the bottom anchors the composition, a silent counterpoint to the cool expanse above. Hang it where morning light can cross it, above a narrow console or beside a reading chair.