It’s that time of year again, late summer, and preparing for a Fall solo exhibition. Autumn is my favorite time of year to show. The change in the weather, the bringing of human life back inside, readying ourselves emotionally for the next six months indoors... I feel the need to strengthen myself and community with expression. I don’t know if it does anybody else any good. Works for me, though, very well. The farmer old timers round these parts used to call November the “intellectual season”. With harvest long over, and house and barns winterized (leaves piled thick and high up against foundations), people sat around the stove and read whatever books were available, wrote letters, and made time,
I hope you know everyday that you are a truly good person. And I’m grateful that I know you. 🥰