The cold I caught around Christmas is hunkering down today, making me croaky and spacey and unable to put more than a couple thoughts together. So I have nothing poetic to say about this piece I just finished. The cold is in here though in the dark and sending threads down into my lungs, and then there’s the sunshine fruit in the corner, which is the harbinger of health. I’m cocooning, burrowing, hibernating my way into the new year. Doesn’t it seem like a new year ought to start with spring?
Nevertheless I wish you a bountiful and expansive year 2011!
On Sunday I’m off to Palm Springs to take a painting workshop with Robert Burridge, and to dry out the cold. So I’ll “see” you when I get back after the 7th, when I should be out of my fog and have lots to share!