On my less-industrious days, I think Miette is the sanest person I know. Costantly burrowing into blanket-nests and staying there in a quiet decadence. I would say this expression is Classic Miette - begrumped and disdainful and ferociously protective of his coziness.
What all of this has to do with the New Year, I don't know.
But I'm looking very forward to it, for lots of reasons.
One is simply that I can be a little numerically superstitious & it includes one of my favorite numbers (lucky 13) and besides, I vastly prefer odd numbers to evens any day.
Another is that I have some exciting things happening this year: a solo show and a picture book coming out, and lots of personal work and another picture book to make. I look out on the expanse of the months ahead, and they already feel very busy and full. It's lovely to have a million things you want to make and only be hindered by the time it takes to make them (given that you can carve out the time, that is.) I think 2013 will be a year like that.
I don't make proper New Year's resolutions because I am in a state of making vows & making changes (secret & known, big & little) no matter the time of year. Then I sink or swim accordingly. And beneath those, running like ribbon in the background, I have general, everyday resolutions. Sometimes I can't sleep for reminding myself:
To work hard.
To forge ahead.
To be kind.
To remain curious.
Happy New Year!
