16"x20" Encaustic, oil paint, and paper on cradled birch panel
I believe that human beings are a lot like the weather, with our own interenal "seasons" that fluctuate day by day, moment by moment.
I think that's why we are so moved by the light that comes just after a storm. It is a promise that our internal storms will pass, and we will see in color and hear music and love life again.
This is a moment worth celebrating.