Tomorrow marks the Ferragosto in Italy. A mass exodus of Italians will begin to make their way, like tiny sea turtles, back to the sea. To me, August seems like it should be the beginning of the new year. School children returning to classes have a clean slate, so to speak. There is a sense of promise and new beginnings for them, and their teachers. There really is nothing like the smell of new notebooks in the fall. Clean, empty, sparse pages that will hold….no one knows yet. There is where we find the promise.

The idea of starting over appeals to me at this point in thelsummer. There is a promise of harvest in the air. We begin to gather up and draw within. I feel like there is a renewal in cleaning out now and starting over. Closets, inboxes, notebooks…the fullness of negative space appeals to me.