It has been said that art is a tryst, for in the joy of it maker and beholder meet.
"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas", as the song says. There's certainly no snow outside; it's a sunshiny 70 degrees out there. Nor is my little Christmas tree up yet.. because I'm lazy, let's be honest. To top it all off, I have contracted the obligatory winter malaise. I am one with the Kleenex box.
Most of the house is decorated, however, and having stockings by the chimney, a wreath at the front door, Christmas carols on my playlist and steaming mugs of hot chocolate with mini-marshmallows at the ready helps a lot. Snow, schmow. Sick, schmick. Let us make merry!
This persistent Yuletide cheer has started to seep into my art, too, oddly enough.
Cover art for the Great Basset Hound Project.
A pen-and-ink Grover Cleveland sketch.
"Little Monarch", inspired by Little Monarch.
"The World in Solemn Stillness Lay"