I am awaiting the snow...but that is not a bad thing (I know people will cringe when I say that). I love a good snowy day, just like I love a good rainy day. There is something so peaceful about the snow, the purity of the flakes, the gray skies obscured by the white gales. I like to glance out my window as the wind gusts and causes drifts around the landscape, while my little potbellied stove struggles to keep the cold out of my studio. I feel safe and warm inside, like a pioneer in a wagon or a primitive cabin, or even an Indian in a teepee. I enjoy seeing the snow start to creep under the barn door, and the wind ruffle the blanket I have hanging as a barrier over that ramshackle old door. Yes, I know I'm a bit strange...but that's ok. So is everyone in their own peculiarities...
I'm still working on "A brave new world." I need another few full days of studio time, and the snow actually buys me that. Here in this "neck of the woods," everything basically shuts down now even with the threat of snow, so I have that to fall back on as an excuse for no interruptions, no need to take anyone any where, no danger of people showing up unannounced (unless they are stranded, and that is not too likely), no errands to run. Everyone sort of hibernates, and everyone is very o.k. with that, even expectant of that.
Tomorrow's N.A.W.A. opening on Fifth Ave is starting to look further and further from the possibility of accomplishment. I see the chances of my attendance to that reception growing remote as this supposed storm front begins to envelope the next few days. I was looking forward to it, but I accept that Winter is a capricious season, and Old Man Winter gets cranky pretty often, and when he does, we all have to obey him and stay put.
So, I'll throw another log on the fire, and a few pieces of coal, brew up some more coffee, roll up my sleeves (put on my Jets hat) and get to work!
Enjoy your snow day!
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