I painted this image a few nights ago, as the first deep cold took hold in the Northeast. Here in my valley of the Catskills, we're blanketed in nineteen inches of snow. Dusk falls earlier each day; winter is closing in. There's a certain apprehension in the air, compounded by political unrest and a pandemic of isolation, fear, and sickness. The winter that stretches before us looks interminably long – a feeling I experience individually but also share with so many others.