Yule!

Here are a few things I painted on the day following the Winter solstice:

 

 

 

5 for the action, 6 for the goal, 7 for where i want to be

Now that this week marks a year since I've posted anything on here, a post for the future.  With a relentless effort to manifest a method to move, I'm ready for the harvest. 

 

The lightbox illusion of this picture isn't a lost metaphor. 
 There's a light that never goes out.




EDIT:
This could be your body