Seems appropriate to look at a wee polar bear and stick him in a nest. It’s so cold outside…so grateful though, for today’s blue sky. I wish we could protect our wildlife…do something differently. I read an article today that explained that mature polar bears are often so hungry that they turn on their own offspring for sustenance. Some of these truths make me very sad…but I carry on, using the only medium I have at my finger tips to enter into the conversation…my art.
I haven’t left my house for two days except to shovel and throw the frisbee for Max in the back alley. I feel as though I am in my own nest. A bit of Christmas music, though…a bit of baking…and time at my kitchen table, painting, and I’m a pretty happy camper.