Every year I tell myself, “I’m going to get to a warm place next winter.” And toward the end of last winter, it looked like it was really going to happen this winter. The gigs were lining up. And then it all changed.
“So it goes.” – Kurt Vonnegut
Right now, at 3:33 pm, the sky is blue. The tops of the pine trees are swirling in the wind. I’ve been thinking about going for a walk all day. P just walked in the door and said, “It’s like winter at the beach out there.”
I’ll put on my ski pants. And sunscreen.
Slip and Roll
Oil on Cardboard
Is it possible to feel uneasy tranquility?
Layers. Snow shaking beneath the weight of itself. Melting from the ground up.
Black, white, bronze, ochre, pthalo turquoise
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February 5, 2021