A glorious day, sun shining brightly illuminating the frozen ground into thousands of jewel like like sparkles, a beautiful and uplifting sight. So what does if feel like to be 68 I asked myself this morning………. I cannot say the number of years moved me or the the fact it was my birthday, only the numbers curvaceous proportions spoke to me. The softness of their form reminded me of the feminine, our great mother, bounteous, voluptuous, abundant, sensuous and giving.
I suspect in numerology these numbers have great significance as there cursive forms suggest, possibly abundance and nurturing come somewhere in the gifts they manifest.
I am still taking time to be creative, but not always with colour and image making. My writing is taking up some days, spending time looking at all the books I have collected over the years and seeing if they still inspire me now. Researching materials and storage for all the pastels, they are such a messy medium, but oh so vibrant
This paper is Sennelier pastel card, doesn’t seem to hold the layers very well. Going to try a 400 course grit UART paper next time, have also ordered a trial pack of all the types from 250 – 800 grit
this is today’s 30 minutes of creativity
Playing with colour and enjoying getting messy! Made it for two more days,sketch dor days four and five
one of my decisions this time last year was to keep an art diary, for some reason, for many days I just started at the blank page and could not get inspired and then the day job just took over big time. So with the new year just started I thought I would try again. This time a different tack, have decided I can be creative in any way and it doesn’t have to be within the confines of my sketch book.
First two days I gathered some boards and papers, favourite cuttings from magazines, printed out some photos I have taken and so on. Now today is day 3 and finally did a quick soft pastel sketch using Unison pastels, handmade in England ! Kind of inspired by the view from my bay window this evening as the sun was setting. Felt very rusty, but very pleased with myself. This muscle over the past year hasn’t had much exercise as its been absorbed in the day ID day job.
This year I have promised myself a more balanced day, starting meditation, 3o min sketch with watercolour, pastels, pen and ink, charcoal, the morning pages and a walk in the park taking pictures any details that inspire. Then, say once a month or more dedicate my creativity to weekend studio sessions, picking up on my daily creations and explore them further. We shall see how it all unfolds, if the intention is there I am sure something will come of it.
208,560 words to be exact have tumbled from my memory and taken me on one hell of a journey over these past months. I had hoped to have this book finished and two copies printed as gifts to my adult children but alas no, hopefully by end of January I shall have completed, then a final edit, photographs added and prepared to upload for the printing process, so possibly easter maybe.
I didn’t consider at the outset of putting pen to paper that my character and mental wellbeing would rise and plummet in real time along with the journey that started so long ago. There were days I felt euphoric and the words flowed so fast and furious as I recalled the vitality of youth and those first tentative steps out into the wildness of the early 60’s and the birth of my two children. At other times my energy has been totally sapped and felt as if walking in treacle. Days when I stared at the paper and just could not find the words to express the death of my mother, felt shut away in cotton wool and everything felt silent, distant and muffled like the deathly hush of fresh laid snow, just as it did in the experience I was trying to convey. Memories are very powerful indeed, they can be recalled and relived with the same level intensity as when first encountered and many times this year has caught me totally of guard.
Above all, everything makes sense to me now, I can see clearly the cosmic forces at work and with Saturn my ruling planet he has certainly been a hard task master, teaching me lessons so punishingly hard to learn that they bought me to my knees on several occasions. I learnt the hard way, some would say this is only the way, maybe it is? Guess it couldn’t have been any other way, life is in the unfolding and it is to be embraced not resisted or feared, it is just as is should be.
Everywhere is now silent, no passing cars, no neighbours partying, just a beautiful stillness and a feeling of satisfaction knowing that what I have prepared for christmas is perfect and what I didn’t manage is perfect also. I sang Carol’s this evening, not quite like the one here, but just wonderful nonetheless. Happy Christmas everyone.