Angus eating the Michaelmas daisies and a no eyed wally dug!
September has been a rollercoaster!
It started well. The 1st with my Birthday and a lovely trip to Kippford on the Costa del Solway! Glorious weather. Hot hot hot only marred by the fact my sister got Covid and couldn’t come.
It was the first time I’d had a night away from home in several years. East, west, homes still best!
A few days later my darling Shetland pony died and broke my heart. I cried and cried for him. All the tears I couldn’t shed for dad, bottled up for seven years as I think I went into a state of shock at the time. I cried for Walter, losing his pure love, the fragility of life on Earth and the destructive path mankind is on.
It’s really quiet without him. All three of my ponies are chatty. The other two became quiet. I cried. Walter has helped me let go big time and I am grateful to him for that.
Then I helped a friend re home a dog to other friends and that cheered me immensely. Positivity! It went like a dream, big smiles all round including the dog. It was love at first sight.
These last couple of weeks I have been on overdrive. The scales of balance tipping from grief to an exhausting hyperactivity.
Yesterday was Michaelmas. The archangel Michaels day. I bought a fantastic icon, painted by my friend Ronnie Cruwys, earlier in the year of St Michael on his white horse. She texted me to say hello to St Michael just as my black horse Angus was eating the Michaelmas daisies by my conservatory.
Last night at 2am it came to me drautumn was here! A fun pun another talented friend, Woodstock Taylor, came up with a couple of days ago when I asked her if she could think of a drawing pun for the time of year.
In the night I realised that drautumn was Dr Autumn.
Drawing is exactly what the doctor’s ordered!
Draw, draw, draw for the rest of the year. Sharpen the pencils and get on with the job!
I’ve made a lot of art. I’m told I should sell what I’ve got before doing more, but it doesn’t really work like that! Whether the work is good or bad or sells or not, is kind of irrelevant! Luckily I sell enough to keep on keeping on. Darwin left home this week. If I had waited for him to sell before doing more I would have waited 20 years!
Time flies and time is short! Amadeo Modigliani died a pauper age 35, nowadays his work sells for some of the highest prices for artwork on the planet! It’s the doing of it that counts!
Ideas for drawings were downloading in the early hours. Drawings falling onto leaves of paper and scattering on the winds of time…
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