Vitamin D

I have been fortunate to have lived in places famous for specific light. When I lived in Venice everything seemed to glow in a soft pastel. There is a color of peach and amber that transcends the grime that covers  the Grand Canal. What I have failed to realize until recently is the impact of light on me. What I'm referring to is not the admirational element that everybody reacts to but a more personal inability to motivate creatively without it. There is one window in the front of my house that the sun flows through in the mornings. As the months have passed the angle of the light has naturally changed. I have become unable to paint my renderings in the small space without being at specific angles to the light so the table has spent time at a number of locations in the room. Everything has its balance. The dogs lie in the light as it hits the floor and I keep the sun at my desired position. When it's right, I have been prolific in my ability to create new pieces on paper. When its raining or simply wrong, zero. So much in my world has been dictated by the heat and sun. I have been especially sensitive this year. I need my vitamin D. Perhaps it was the vigor in which winter imposed its will. The stark cold juxtaposed by spring. I hope this is not an obsessive compulsive thing and more a deeper personal connection with the environment.