I can almost guarantee that no one despises the months of January and February as much as I have come to over the past few years. This year these two months will be exceptionally busy for me as I work on finishing pieces for two group art exhibits in February; one in Las Vegas and one at Mad Art Gallery. Experience tells me that excessive creative activity will not prevent the gloom, but is necessary for surviving it. I will anxiously await some undetermined time in March when light pierces the extreme sheet of lingering indescribable funk. In the interim, I will wander aimlessly through an empty quiet courtyard—black birds will fly far overhead, but the sound of their wings will swish loud as helicopters inches above me. I don’t like winter in St. Louis. Someday I will figure out precisely why and when I do, that will be the painting or the poem that defines me. Well, this is what I have to tell myself for now, anyway.
Happy New Year.
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