This week of March every year is very special. When we change to daylight savings time the sun has several days of a low lying angle and the light spills through windows of my front door. It happens at 5pm.
Each year I am surprised when I'm witness to the light and then I recall how other years I discovered the same moment. Yesterday I found myself waiting on the couch for the light to reach up to my painting. Natural light on a canvas is breathtaking. It can be likened to the spirit raising a glorious idea into my consciousness. Real light is luminous and shimmers making all it touches more alive.