Christmas always creeps up on me. First before our own family’s plans, there is the business of making paintings and cards to sell. This ought to be done in the height of summer, but at that point my head is hooked on meadows and blue skies. So each Autumn, as the clocks change, the evenings are darker and there is a chill in the air there is a crazy time of winter themed doodling. This year I’ve been led back to my black paper, and white gouache. These angels have appeared from somewhere. Possibly they were there all the time, but just became visible.