Threshold of Spring


6″ x 6″

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Threshold of Spring by Lindsey Kiser

Threshold of Spring is an original artwork by Lindsey Kiser completed in scratchboard with colorful inks. The artwork shows six violet blossoms with every vein and wrinkled petal captured in exquisite detail.


I took the photographs of the violets while on a hike on our family farm in Northern Kentucky. I used multiple reference photos to create the composition for this scratchboard, which was first etched with a sharpened sewing needle to reveal the white clay under the black layer. Next, I applied colorful inks to the white scratches. Then, I scratched the colored areas more and repeated the process until I was happy with the final result. Finally, a clear coat of varnish protects the artwork. This 6″ x 6″ scratchboard is a jewel!

Violets are the birth month flower of February.

A Dream of the Unknown

by Percy Bysshe Shelley
I DREAM'D that as I wander'd by the way 
Bare winter suddenly was changed to spring, 
And gentle odours led my steps astray, 
Mix'd with a sound of waters murmuring 
Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay  
Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling 
Its green arms round the bosom of the stream, 
But kiss'd it and then fled, as thou mightest in dream.

There grew pied wind-flowers and violets, 
Daisies, those pearl'd Arcturi of the earth, 
The constellated flower that never sets; 
Faint oxlips; tender bluebells, at whose birth 
The sod scarce heaved; and that tall flower that wets; 
Like a child, half in tenderness and mirth;
Its mother's face with heaven-collected tears, 
When the low wind, its playmate's voice, it hears.

And in the warm hedge grew lush eglantine, 
Green cow-bind and the moonlight-colour'd may, 
And cherry-blossoms, and white cups, whose wine 
Was the bright dew yet drain'd not by the day;  
And wild roses, and ivy serpentine 
With its dark buds and leaves, wandering astray; 
And flowers azure, black, and streak'd with gold, 
Fairer than any waken'd eyes behold.

And nearer to the river's trembling edge 
There grew broad flag-flowers, purple prank'd with white, 
And starry river-buds among the sedge, 
And floating water-lilies, broad and bright, 
Which lit the oak that overhung the hedge 
With moonlight beams of their own watery light; 
And bulrushes, and reeds of such deep green 
As soothed the dazzled eye with sober sheen.

Methought that of these visionary flowers 
I made a nosegay, bound in such a way 
That the same hues, which in their natural bowers  
Were mingled or opposed, the like array 
Kept these imprison'd children of the Hours 
Within my hand, and then, elate and gay, 
I hasten'd to the spot whence I had come 
That I might there present it oh to Whom?