Some illustrations to celebrate January: My second favorite month of the year
Why I love January
My favorite month of year is October with its beauty and lovely smells and promise of holidays to come that are still too far away to stress about. But October also has a hint of sadness around it with its feeling of last hurrah the cycle of nature comes to a close. Of course, I am writing from the world of four seasons and I am aware that much of the world has only one or two, and in Australia the seasons are opposite. But we write from where we are and I am in Virginia USA.
But January, I just realized, comes in as a close and unlikely second in the favorite month category. I love a January, with its feeling of the beginning before the beginning. Because Spring has that feeling of birth and newness with its budding crocuses and tiny tender curls of leaves on the trees..... but January is the anticipation of the beginning and on the calendar it literally is a new beginning.
I love its peaceful uneventfulness and time for contemplating and re-assessing. As a writer and artist I treasure the extra time it seems to give me by turning dark early and being too cold for outdoor activity. Yes, it turns dark early in December but December is full of frenetic holday activity, dark or not.
Pictures to celebrate plain old winter
After a month of drawing Christmas picture after Christmas picture, I drew a few pictures to express the spirit of plan old winter. These are drawn on Bristol board with Prismacolor and Faber-Castell Pitt art markers, my favorite medium, along with watercolor and color pencil and pen and ink. (I have lots of favorite mediums.)
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