I’ve entered winter: my “descent into rainy season,” as I described it last year. In British Columbia, it rains most of the month of November, and is dark. At the risk of sounding tragic, I find this constant drumming depressing.
Winter is also a time of stripping away – a time of withdrawal, bareness.
It’s been a delight to rediscover painting as a valid escape as I process my seasonal melancholy.
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