12″ x 24″ Mixed Media on Omega Bond


December’s cold always gets so old so fast. Chilling my bones to feel like breaking. Shutting me down, mentally aching. Not sure how much more of the taking I can be taking. Winter is here and ready to rip life from the landscape that flakes will cover. Burying beauty of color behind skeletons. I will not die this time. I will find joy in December’s future. See more color than winter has ever known. She is here. She will stab winter right in the heart making all of the pain, the cold, the misery, the dead go away. She will be the fire that melts away the ice. She will be my winter kryptonite. She will be my December sun. She is here. She is the one. Thank you beautiful…