Maybe here.
Definitely there.
Somewhere. Nowhere. Everywhere.

After so many years of art making as practice...I'm finding myself wishing to practice making more art.

As I write these words - I'm wondering what that means.
With more intention? With more direction?
With more of a story...a plan...a goal?

Today - I find myself lost in a dream.
Shake it up. Turn it upside down. Watch as the snow falls.

The tree bows.
The house sits stately and tall. A spot of red in a colorless landscape.

I imagine a family gathered round its warm hearth.
Laughter and light. The taste of cookies baking. The sound of home.

And I'm reminded.
This.
Is winter