Charcoal & pastel painting on wood
2015 – 24″x60″
This is the Snowman charcoal drawing one. Yes, I blog-bloviated about it in my “Panoply” post. It’s my ode to the demise of snowmen 😦 Will they disappear forever? I’m not sure, but I hope not. Of course I don’t have to live way.. way up above the Arctic Circle. After I move there for a few decades I’ll repost. THEN we can see how nostalgic I remain about the Great White North with its ten feet of snow for months at a time. Or its soggy tundra and southern invaders fleeing fires, drought, floods, heat . . .
Maybe it’ll be a gentle warming, like chestnuts roasting on a open fire. This is Christmas Day <:>}
But I have a feeling I’d still feel the same, even if I didn’t, somehow. The earth’s climate seems to be a very flexible entity. It is wind after all. Wind and the windy people who get windy about it. Like I’m doing right now!! HA!
Oh, I make light of something that’s important to me. And worse, it’s important to my inner self, that eternally youthful self in me. Now that’s a sad thing to be doing. But it’s a protection from the coming waves of warm and warmer that I fear. More than cold.
More than cold.
I console myself by remembering one important fact about this charcoal-pastel drawing:
(the) Cave of Forgotten Snowmen is a visual experience
It’s reason #1 when I’m asked why I create them. I never set out to try to change, or save the world with my artwork,