Wonder embedded in darkness.

St Gregory of Nyssa wrote:
"Concepts create idols, only wonder comprehends anything."

This season of waning daylight heightens the mysterious clarity held in darkness. What concepts do I hold that cannot stand to the dark, pregnant silence of early December nights in the mountains? What concepts of painting have I made into idols that would rob my work of wonder? I find that this time of solstice invites to wonder. I think back to my studies in theology. Advent; the great season of anticipatory "almost, but not yet", the season of brilliant darkness prefaced with the rich gradient hues of purple-pink-red-orange evening skies. I still believe a painting can create such wonder that the viewer is held if even for a moment in the space of unarticulated "knowing".