Christmas is never far from my mind, and at this time of year it seems to burst out of me, infiltrating everything I do. As this is the first of December, my Christmas cake is in the oven (I know, very late but the first frost today and it seemed fitting), I'm drying orange slices for decorations and the first advent bag has been opened..
This is our advent calender. I made it twelve years ago out of red and green hessian with the numbers sewn on in felt. My three children take it in turns to open one each day. My challenge is to find gifts that aren't sweets, are small and not too expensive. Today was a USB - ipod shuiffle connector so that Phoebe can now use her shuffle again after treading on her old charger.
Anyway, the fact is my artwork is turning decidedly wintery. A small linocut that I did earlier in the year,
seemed to have distinct winter possibilities...
when printed on black stonehenge paper.
And in honour of the full moon...