Easter Sunday
When I was young, Easter week was spent largely in church. Holy Thursday, Good Friday, and Holy Saturday were warm ups for Easter Sunday and the official end of Lent, 40 days of spiritual preparation for the resurrection of Christ. This morning was also spent looking for chocolates that had been hidden around the house. I was out in the studio shortly after 6 am, as usual, despite the holiday. My mornings are precious and important to me. The thought of lounging around and doing nothing in the early hours is anathema to me. Looking out the four large windows of the studio that face north, I can tell we're in for a cool, and potentially wet, day. The forecast is calling for snow within the next three hours. We are on the eastern fringe of a band of weather that could deposit 10-20 cm of the white stuff. Winter is being tenaciously clingy this year, refusing to let go. A glimpse at the table that runs along the centre of the studio space finds an interesting variety of projects. On...
