On this dry, 20-below day with a base-heater aimed at my feet and a blanket around my shoulders, I can easily say I longed for warmth. I wanted to climb into lush welcoming woods on a humid summer day (er… minus the mosquitos). So I settled into the one toasty corner of the house, warm tea in my non-dominant hand, and painted this. The perfect example of how making art can serve as an escape now and then. (I didn’t paint in any mosquitoes.)