It feels good to wander and stumble into safety. A few or four celebrations at the end of the old year gives us gradual joy for another, just like seeing a cactus before arriving at its thorns – before the cold desert air and the moon take the stage. Once the day is through, the eyes mainly desire color because the sun is gone. I hope these paintings embody some of that for your eyes and for your late December rituals.
- Nick Farhi