Strange season, this past one. We colored yesterday and I napped some (odd for me). Took a walk down through the unbustle of xmas day on Main Street. Semi-surreal 4:30 sunset. Some people eating at Green Leaf. The boys played much Magic with Danny. The stuffing was good. The beat and spinach salad–better. Kind of wishing it would snow. Kind-of wishing is the feeling of the day. Koen’s and my handiwork below.
Oh… and a voracious reader wrote about Sleight on xmas.
…it’s about bodies and space and discipline. It’s about more than that, too: ambition and motivation and desire, and art’s relation to its subject matter and its audience, and family, and connections between people. It’s sometimes almost-frustratingly abstract, not-entirely-articulated; it’s got touches of magic that never get explained away, or explained at all. But mostly it’s delicious and engrossing, and the kind of book I don’t want to say too much about.