Receptacle for emotions

The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape... Pablo Picasso

The days are rather gray here and they have been for a while. I guess the daily hours of sunshine that I shared earlier were in earnest. We don't get many glimpses of the sun and days shift from dark to gray to darkness once again. It feels cozy and exotic to be surrounded by darkness -- four o'clock in the afternoon feeling no different than three in the morning. It's rather disorienting to loose your grasp on time, and I suspect it is nearly a year-round phenomenon in northern places where summers are also affected by copious amounts of daylight. Everything in its own balance, I suppose. At the moment, the lingering darkness provides the perfect repose for cups of tea, introspection and creativity. I guess that Picasso had it right; our emotions and artistry often do fall out of the air around us.