(Yet another absence)
Sheer work load. I haven't been ill or indisposed, I've been in a time warp where days seem to blend into weeks, and sometimes days have gone missing, or that's what it's seems like at times. In a telephone conversation the other day, the person I was speaking to told me it was Wednesday, and I exclaimed "IS IT?????!!!!!!!" For some reason I thought it was Monday, and my day management was under control. My day management (because days seem like a couple of hours at the moment) was not quite under control, and the worrying thing was that I had lost two days in the lead up to a deadline.
I always think that any kind of concentration, whether it be on a painting, or doing the accounts, or cooking a meal, involves stepping into an alternative reality. The process of concentrating on something means your mind is not focused on anything else other than the thing you're concentrating on. This is especially true for me when I'm doing my sculptures, paintings, or illustration work, I'm just existing in one dimension, my mind (!).
I've always been happiest when I'm living like this, removed. It probably makes it difficult for those around me I imagine. I'd quite like to be removed from reality all the time, like many of us I imagine.
Even when I'm having some down time, taking a break from work, my idea of relaxing is to do something where I'm removed from the world around me.
Like my sketchbook, (of which I'm showing you more pages, because I'm not able to show you what I've been working on recently, and I haven't got much knitting to show you).
These drawings are of my two Miniature Wire Haired Dachshunds Ellie and Douglas, and a visiting Jack Russell called Cuddy.
I love my doggies. I love them a lot. They have their faults (most definitely) but they are mostly loveable. I even managed to talk about them to one of the classes I spoke to, on the school visit I did last week. Yes, I told the children I really love my dogs. When I was asked by the children to do a drawing of them, I drew Ellie, and talked about her waggy tail and love of carrots.
And just to link to my last post, in which I also showed you some pages from my sketchbook, here's what happened after my last blog post. A painting based on my sketches, of the brown mouse, on a loose piece of paper I could frame if I wanted to.
Doing the painting felt like closure on the sketches, it was satisfying, and maybe a proper fitting tribute to the Brown Mouse. A proper painting, not just a page in my sketchbook.
And now I'm going to be absent again, for a week. I'm going on a sort-of working holiday, renting a beautiful isolated cottage. It will take about seven hours to drive there, and I'm filling the car with all the art materials I use to create my sculptures and paintings, and I'm doing the holiday entirely on my own. Stepping out of reality, into what I like to think will be escapism.
This will be one week I do pay attention to the days going by.