Kristen Setala

Mabon (2025)

Graphite on Bamboo & Cotton Paper

Each day, my son and I walk to the nearby park; a haven where I can wander and breathe deeply in the spaciousness of various stands of trees and shrubs. It is an escape within our neighborhood of snug streets and apartments. Meandering through the park, everywhere we look there are squirrels. We watch as they go through the respective processes of each season. They chase and wrestle, tend to their babies, and gather leaves for nesting materials. Now, at the time of changing seasons, of the Equinox, of Mabon, they bury their seeds and nuts in the soil. They take stock of their blessings and stow them away for colder days. Perhaps these seeds with become snacks, or perhaps they will be forgotten and become sprouts!