The cozy, introspective slow down of winter is here. December was such a flurry of incidents, activity and celebration that I have been away from the studio for an unsettling amount of time. Now I can return. Studio time is not only the making but also the conversation with the cosmos, the invisibles, the tandem energies of the layered realities the are the juice of creativity.
Of course the garden always evokes, whether good or ill.
Some pics from the morning garden walk: