Every year, for 42 years without missing a celebration, John and I have make a shortest-day-wilderness-feast on winter solstice to help bring the sun’s warmth back to the earth.
It is the thinking about, rather than the result of art, that teaches me. Maybe there is no absolute truth to anything, but only the stories we tell ourselves about what is going on. It all depends on where one looks.
Art is the glimmering shadow of a never before seen thing.