Winter Passage

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
36” x12”

Is it possible to feel uneasy tranquility?

Tremulous.

Layers. Snow shaking beneath the weight of itself. Melting from the ground up.

Details:

Black, white, bronze, ochre, pthalo turquoise

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February 5, 2021
Flagstaff, AZ