Where to begin, you just begin.
We are halfway through 2025, and I still don’t feel as though I have caught my breath from 2024, or the year prior, or the one before that. What I do feel, apart from winter has definitely set in (please more rain), is content. Life is a lot, all the time, and will keep being as it is but I am afloat and yes, I ate yoghurt out of a tub with a fork yesterday (ineffective) but the bills are paid, there’s a roof over my head, and I have been drawing and filling my life and time up with good people and animals and art.
I also now can really SEE. Literally. I was drawing at my drawing desk a few months ago and finally tuned into the discomfort. Usually, I’ll explore discomfort from an emotional / psychological point of view but then it dawned on me – maybe it is just my eyes? I visited an eye doctor and yes, yes, it is my eyes. When I put my glasses on to read and look at my drawings well, it has changed everything. I’ve been back to spending long shifts on making art however it’s still slow going because I decided stippling about a hundred or so orchids was a fine idea..
The success of this choice in drawing is still pending – after months and months of work.
I am happy to have finally written something here. The artwork grows slower these days, but I do think it is also about discernment and craft rather than being lazy and unfocused. I still want to make more than I do, and I will. I only just got my glasses and plus it is comic con this weekend ( I am hand sewing costumes..). Looking through some amazing art books last week it occurred to me that no artist will ever feel like they have made enough work. Even over an entire lifetime.
Well, that’s an update for you and for me. I won’t make promises to write again too soon because I seem to have made that promise and not kept it time and time again. But I am still drawing, so there is hope.
Take in some sky and pat an animal.
