Deep dormancy, channeling bear and waiting for the turn.
The big Jacobs Gallery show is finished now and I have settled back into a wealth of quiet private studio days. I have been thinking a lot about the season and the light, or the lack thereof. I feel like I am deep into the birth canal with little oxygen and lots of pressure from all directions but forward. I am not exactly stuck, but rather in limbo, pregnant and waiting.
It's funny how the light will begin to return before the season turns toward summer. At Solstice, the days start to lengthen as we begin true winter. That has always seemed odd to me. Likewise, the days are longest at the beginning of summer and wane as the days heat up. Never the less, it is the way of things in the northern hemisphere.
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