Art has a way of finding itself. This little drawing has rested near me for 16 years. Last week someone claimed an interest in her and she will now move on to some new reality. I remember the garden where this woman sat musing about life and about how things change. The past 16 years have brought so much change the woman would be astonished at the variety, but perhaps not really surprised. Winter knows what it is to let things go, and to move on to new beginnings, and sparse winter also has a respect for life which allows the awkwardness of transition to be just that, awkwardness.