I love winter because it forces us to slow down. It reminds us to rest, to breathe, to notice the things that make us human. When you stop to notice, you see the miracle that our existence is. I have resurrected this painting, first posted on December 12. I knew I wasn't quite done with it; I might not be done even now. I will give it a few days to breathe. I added some big swatches of red in the upper right quadrant. I felt it was too agitated in that area (see Dec. 12 post). There is enough action going on already, especially with the textured paper added on the surface. We need places in our lives to rest, clearing space in our brains, slowing down, noticing things. My brother wrote recently about his new and first grandchild, how he is relearning to be in the moment and how incredibly sweet that is. Take a few minutes, even if it is only a minute or two and rest your mind. Otherwise life runs by us, too fast. It is snowing here, big flakes. It's beautiful.