Over the last two years, there has been a single thread that has kept my creative soul alive, and it has been absorbing art in every capacity I possibly can. Whether I stumbled upon it in the street, sought it out intentionally, or learned about it in a tiny restaurant tucked into the corner of an alleyway, art has continued to find me. It has continued to make me feel something —anything, really. It has brought me back to life. It has devastated me. It has made my smile split open and burst into laughter. It has carried me through hard moments and crazy days. Most of all, it has inspired me. It lit a fire that I thought had burned out, little sparks flashing toward me when I needed them most.

So, with this year's Winter Solstice Box, I am shining a light on the art that has inspired my art. The art that tugged at my heartstrings and made me feel. Primarily, art by badass women whose stories are about making something from nothing. Women who went down paths no one had gone down before. Who defied the odds. Who pivoted. Who found themselves again through their work. Who ignored the voices of people determined to keep the status quo. Who reminded me what it's like to play. To experiment. To forge.