Maybe I Should have Wanted Less

“Maybe I should have Wanted Less” 14”x17” on recycled bristol paper. $1100

This piece has been on my story for the past few days as I’ve worked on it. I’ve been thinking about winter a lot recently, more on a cultural level than anything else. It’s a season that demands reflection. The quiet cold stir of the snow in the air and the dampening of sound gives an aesthetically contemplative atmosphere to the mornings. The warm lights from windows cast orange shadows on the frozen sidewalk. It hurts more to sleep alone. New England winters are especially cold as the wind whips around the brownstones and slams into your chest, penetrating the jackets that are never quite warm enough. Routines change and the nights are dark and long. I often find myself waking in a state of nostalgic longing for the summer, wishing the world was warmer and more blissful, and discouraged by the brevity of the sunlight. The cold demands reflection. Reflecting on desires, friendships, relationships, and passions. The snow shines like a mirror in the moonlight, forcing you to confront the things you have been hiding all summer when life was warmer and you wanted less.