Today is winter solstice. The candles are lit and we’re settling in for 15 hours and eight minutes of night. Outside, holiday lights glitter in the mist and raindrops patter against the windowpanes. On stormy days here in western Oregon even the daylight itself makes a half-hearted appearance, as though the sun would rather sleep in.
I don’t know about you, but this time of year I start yearning for southern latitudes and a little warmth. Not happening in 20-crap-20, but guess what? There’s an even better way to cope.
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For yours truly, this past year has been a wild ride, a mixed bag, a roller coaster, and probably a few other metaphors. The highs were lofty and joyous, the lows abyssal. At some point I will likely share some of that, as it relates to artwork (doesn’t everything, on some level?), but most of it I’m still digesting. So for now, I’ll offer a few tidbits about art in Japan.