The end of autumn is complicated. Everything seems to happen at once. I try to resist the pull of holiday uproar to focus instead on the real celebration: the harvest of another season of growth. It feels like a natural time for reflection, evaluation, and preparation for the long, slow inner growth of winter, subterranean and outwardly invisible. I'm considering tree roots, growing slowly and inexorably all winter, delving deeply to find nourishment and strength for next year's growth.
This year my crop of terracottas has a lot of sculptures of families. And like everybody else, I think about family especially during the holidays. Mine is great; everybody's doing fine. I will savor this year's family feast with the sweet knowledge that all is well. I hope you and your family are blessed with health and happiness. Happy Thanksgiving!
