“The fox went out on a windy night, and prayed to the moon to give him light.” –Old Folk Song.
Sigh. I’m caught in the gray space between Christmas and New Year’s, the Holiday Doldrums. The house guests have left, my work is sporadic, complicated as many “workers” are still out of office until the new year, no one answering phones or emails. As it should be, but does not help the post-Christmas blues.
The scene above I doodled out with the venerable “Paint” program. I’ve considered getting Z Brush and other art applications, but I still like the old school feel of the pen or brush in my hand, the living texture of the paper or clay, and the instant link between the Muse, myself, and the medium.