These five works run the gamut from embarrassing to tender, from accomplished to audacious … It’s been a pleasure to assemble this small collection and share some of my rarely-seen art.
The days are darkening and the mood is somber, but never fear, December is here and we are ready to revel!
A pool of lamplight, a steaming cup of tea, a pen in the hand. Writing in one’s journal is the essence of privacy, unburdening oneself of tangled thoughts and feelings in a stream of words onto the page. But will it remain private once you’ve shuffled off this mortal coil?
The Wheel of the Year turns now toward Yule. The days grow shorter and the light more precious.