There is no denying that I struggle in the winter due to lack of sunlight. My work gets darker. Even a landscape of flowers create a gloom due to their inky blackness. And although I see beauty in it the darkness is unmistakable . However this is fine for as an expressionist I express what I feel regardless of whether it is bright or dark.
When my mother was alive she wondered why I drew or listened to dark music. I told her it felt accurate to what I was going through. But one must remember to not go too deeply in the depths. Do not wallow in them for they are only half the picture. Life has more joy to offer even if the light during the winter days are brief. Even if you desire with all your heart to lie in the grass and smell its sublime scent.