A solar art of living is wandering through enclaves that are festive or quiet, transgressive or meditative, in an often somber time. Hotly blazing suns are like the metal of a blade taken from the embers. Midnight suns, white nights, cold suns gleaming like mercury. The heavenly body that is the sun is irradiating creation. It is divine, artsy, sexy, sometimes kitschy and eccentric, luxurious and joyful. Irresistibly hot.