There are two reworked charcoal pieces since my last post, the black cockatoo above and the vulterine below. Both are now denser, darker, perhaps gloomier reflections of the wary mood that is so common in America these days, including my own. Yes, yes I have a very nice, safe place to live and I’m out of the financial hole I was in before the craft fair began. And yes, I have a studio with plenty of art supplies, and I’ll soon have the time to create. I’m also healthy and have a fiancé who loves me unconditionally. There are a couple more craft fairs coming up plus a few group shows I plan to be in, and I’m waiting for dates of my solo exhibition this spring at The Commons. I’ve also noticed an uptick in my social media numbers and there are some new subscribers and followers here on Substack. I’m happily out of greeting cards plus most of the small giclees, and although none of the originals have sold yet, I know they will at the upcoming indoor fairs. There is plenty to do to continue my momentum but I intend to spend today on my sofa recuperating from being in a shack on the beach in the brutal ocean cold of a Cape Cod winter by doing a bit of online shopping. I need new snow boots, but one can never have too many black sweaters. I suppose I could always dive into writing grant proposals or research potential galleries, but I feel a new cashmere turtleneck is calling me. So short and sweet this week, and Happy New Year - Onward.