Art Scene

"Winter Farm," color woodblock print by TNLG printmaker Lynita Shimizu

Things up close don't undulate; they have sharp edges and exposed fragility. Spatial and temporal distance yields balance, even peace. Casting our focus to the horizon quiets frayed edges. Like rain, moments of grief demand attention, wash through, and pass into circulation.

Here we are, a year into a global pandemic. The events that unfolded over the past year were predicted but simultaneously impossible to anticipate. Whether or not we let go, we turn corners. Suddenly it is March, winter lingers and spring approaches.

Plans are made, attention directed, commitments sewn.

We put things to rest, with finality, and we tilt our skin toward the light.

Time marches. Uncertainty persists. Hope prevails.

Taryn Fisher, 03.02.2021