Light

On solstice and the holiday season

You may have noticed that these strange little missives of mine doesn’t exactly adhere to what one might call a schedule. I plan to write something of interest to you all once a month, but sometimes my musings are fit only for the dumpster and sometimes I think they need more work (or dumpsters) and sometimes I have nothing to say and wind up writing a grocery list instead, which in all honesty might be the most useful bit of writing I do. I’m always writing; rarely making art.

Anyhoo, I wanted to follow up on my last piece a bit sooner than I normally would, because I heard back from some of you worrying that I am far, far too glum and need to start looking on the bright side (an aphorism that is uniquely appropriate). This has gotten me to thinking about light and darkness.

We string lights at Christmas because the days are uniquely short and dim at this time of year, so light is more neccessary, more bouying and hopeful. Like our ancient anscestors we are moved to introspection at …