deep dark

November has me feeling grey,dark,a little morose..gloomy.As the time dictates ..I am more on the inside looking out..dark in morning..dark at night.It is snowing outside in this ink black night ..but it lands and disappears into the soggy soil. I find myself thinking about the brightness of snow to come-and wishing it's arrival. My art is reflecting this sombre tone,and I rather like it..It's not sweet..or even hopeful ..it doesn't pretend to please..even a little (except me of course)