Today is a celebration for artists, the commemoration of three magi lost in a foreign land who dared to follow a star and found divinity in a windswept stable. Little wonder it’s a feast older than Christmas.
The quest for epiphanic visions speaks to writers weary of revisions, tired of agonizing over articles, troubled by reviews. It entices us to remember those moments when, having wrestled too long with ideas or plots or dilapidated characters, suddenly our words take on flesh.
Photo: Portrait of Caravaggio by Ottavio Leon, circa 1621. Wikipedia Commons.