All that a promise can hope to mend.
Sometimes the words come for a painting and they are just right. Here, I am thinking of the word 'promise' in the sense of what can be—what is possible—the mystery that remains, no matter what.
It is the possibility of learning new things, making new things, seeing new things that maintains momentum—in mind and body. And this is where the mending comes in.
These black lines feel powerful and here they are protecting the thing full of promise—the emerging spring—the life under the ice sending up bubbles in the forest creek—the possibility.