Like its popular conceptions, Wrenn used to regard winter as a season of gloom. Gray skies, bare trees, desolate towns. We could count reasons and still see little doubt why.
It wasn’t long until the visual artist had a change of heart. “As I grew older and had the chaos of the noisy and cruel world come my way, I realized that winter is the prize for surviving the madness you’ve come across with,” she shares. For her, there is reward among the snowflakes that fall on our eyelashes, the fields fresh with snow, and the cup of hot chocolate that warms our soul.
“Find me where the crowd is less, the sky is blue, and the wind is free. Find me in the midst of the forgotten, the abandoned. To the one who seeks my presence, find me in the company of the unseen.” In Wrenn’s wonderland, strength is everywhere—so we can forge through all of life’s seasons.