JANUARY.

It's a cold month, dreary and quiet, rainy and miserable, and it's nearly here.   What a drag.  But it's also beautiful; nature is preparing for a new year of growth and the birds are scratching the exposed soil for their morning meal.  A metaphor for the soul.  I 'm going through this cycle too.  Tipi's were great, school was tedious both are over and I sit contemplating a new direction.  Where to go what to do?  Transition mode is here (depressing but necessary.)

New artwork soon.