Hey all. I'm in post on my second "month" short, called "February", and thinking a lot about what that month means to me... as well as what it meant to the ancient Romans, who apparently named it after a festival of purification, "Februa." (Wonder how long it took them to think of adding -ry...)
This is from the British Museum - "John Samuel Agar (1773–1858), Februa in a shell, pulled by Pisces, represented by two fish. After Edward Francis Burney, from a series of the months. Stipple and etching, 1807." Not sure what that means, but here it is.
If you haven't been to the British Museum, I can highly recommend it up until the year 2017, which is the last time I was there. I don't know if it's fallen apart by now but it is in the news a lot nowadays, mostly for bad reasons.
I know its full of stolen goods, and all of the original countries deserve their stuff back, but can we at least admit its semi-convenient to have one or two "global museums" with everything in one spot? Saves us all the travel money. Maybe we could pick a more neutral country with less of a dominating colonial history and we can all go there - and maybe one with good weather, so let's just put it in the Caribbean. Go see mummies, bog bodies, the Elgin marbles, ancient manuscripts and 17th century pocket watches and then go chill out on the beach.
February to me for most of my life meant the doldrums... Still a month or two away from the thaw, winter finally have broken you into a chapped lip, cracking dry skin mess who's fine with 6-7 hrs of daylight per day. You got Valentine's and that's about it.
What does February mean to YOU?!
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