Roseanne Croucher "Whispers" 2015
The season of summer magicks is upon us. I confess I often feel a bit out of sorts in July, longing for warm hibernation but still having to work hard. Wrestling with melancholy despite the uplifting promise of the sun. I've found that spending time with Roseanne Croucher's impeccable and eerie series of flame spirits on water is a perfect way to balance out one's own internal dichotomies. It reminds me to hold space for both energies, and to be contemplative within the crashing.