Later I heard a baleful meow from outside. It seems a gentleman-caller cat, likely Mr. Tom Cat from across the street had come to visit Athena and was frustrated that she was inside the glass. I opened the door to investigate, and let Athena out into the wide black night, full of mystery. She looked after the mystery meow-er, and seemed cautious. She did not go out.
Two paragraphs and what could they possibly have to do with art? Art is life and life is art.
As we sit with the winter's quiet, all kinds of thoughts and inspirations can come to us. We can feel cautious, nervous, overwhelmed. We can know that the freeze of winter is a phase in the circle of life. We can become transfixed and dazzled by the beauty of winter in the North, strange, glittering, swirling billows of snow, icicles appearing like odd crystal gems. We can spiral into the comfort of the home and everyday.
What have you been doing within this winter's quiet?