Sunday, January 27, 2019

Long drawn out...

Long drawn out...

This is the longest period of continual drawing, painting, that I have done in my life.

OK, I must have done regular art classes at school, I kept bits and pieces.

But there was nothing much to show for all that time spent so long ago.

Only a draw....a calling...long ignored.

For 40 years:

I would turn out one or two scraps.

Then I would busy myself with all the other life stuff that called me to action or inaction:

  • Running
  • Climbing
  • Traveling
  • Exploring family history
  • Acting
  • Exploring work
  • Exploring Relationships
  • Doing Psychoanalysis
  • Raising children
  • Grieving
  • Networking online
  • Exploring tech
  • Teaching
  • Writing
  • Researching
  • Ageing

The list goes on, and on and on and on....

I am not board yet.


Regular blogging, connected learning, turned my hand to writing, creating, stuff....with friends.

It is, it has been an ongoing mapping process.

Often I would come back to drawing...then do.


I have had blogging sprees, averaging 10 posts a month.

2014 - 124 posts
2015 - 120 posts
2016 - 120 posts

Then the reflection on education and associated MOOCS has slown down...with my hope.

2017 - 60 posts
2018 - 30 posts

Along the way I have found the sound of my voices, how my writing sounds.

I know now how it sounds when I write. 

Creating stuff with or alongside friends remains a constant.

They are sounding boards.

In psychoanalysis the wall was my sounding board.

I find the image I had uploaded to illustrate...


has disappeared.

I find myself enjoying writing this....


Perhaps for...


I find a subject to objective.

I find an 



So now I am looking back on months of constant practice.

How many months now? 

Six months.


I count the tags back.


Of course there were shorter sprees before.

I count the tags back.


They were spent largely larking around with apps.

I find myself creating images now which apps won't do anything for.

Nothing more is to be done with them.

They stand alone.

I suppose somehow, they are the ones I feel closest to...