I own a number of Inuit sculptures, each as dense and elemental as the Earth from which it’s wrested. When I pass by one of the pieces, my hand, by some primal instinct, reaches out to caress its silken surface. Cold, yes, and hard, but alluring all the same. And responsive. My touch seems to summon the rock from eons past into the eternal now. The Inuit envision humankind reincarnating in concert with the creatures who sustain their earthly lives. Many of their sculptures depict this movement from human to animal, animal to human. Ever the circle.Read more
At year’s end it’s customary to look back to review while looking forward to renew. It’s a time of transition, when a new portal opens to us to either pass through to a new beginning—or cling to a past that cannot return.
This is why ancient Romans built their cardinal temple to Janus with one door facing the rising sun and the other its setting.Read more