My mind is swirling
Bits gang up against each other
Jumbled and shaken
Flying in different directions
One day I feel OK.
The next, confused and sad
So I draw and doodle
Sketch and map my mind
I will keep going
And see what I find….
Contour lines
Tag: Understanding?
Up and down
At the moment I’m up and down. One minute trying to plan things, the next remembering what has happened. Disbelief is my main emotion. That and loss. I feel like writing things down is helping a bit, so I’m here, blogging and sharing my thoughts. I hope that’s OK for people. I’m gradually working things out, grateful that I have hubby, friends and family there for support. When you lose a relative it’s a shock. I have cried, I will cry again, how long for, I don’t know. Its turmoil and chaos sometimes, then I calm down for a while. X
I like snakes
When I was little we had a talk at school about snakes and reptiles. At the end the person giving the talk gave us a chance to hold a snake. A lot of the girls were scared, they thought they would be slimy and cold. I don’t think I was scared so I put my hand up and got called forward. I ended up with a snake wrapping itself round my arm. The scales were dry and shiny and beautifully patterned. It was so interesting that a few years later I was at a nature display and held a six or eight foot long python across my shoulders. I also went to an open day a few years ago and held this snake (well it wrapped itself round me). I’ve also found that I quite like tarantulas. I would not have either as a pet, but I do think taking a look at things like this isn’t as scary as it looks, as long as they are not venomous!
Sleepless in Stoke
My minds a whirl..
Little thoughts track big ones
Trickle through my brain
Like sand in a puzzle
Clogging up the workings
No smooth calmness
Jumping clumps of
Dark matter
Or spaghetti goo
What does that meant
To you?
Nothing, random
Overactive
Spiced with tinges
Of pain
Let me sleep
Not that tune
Again!
When you think you are blogging…
Grr. I blog here and have this page linked to Facebook. Or so I thought. But because I haven’t kept an eye on my Facebook art page I didn’t realise they are not synchronised. I know my posts here are going somewhere. To my normal page I think. I’ve just opened my art page up to the public. It was just for friends, I may limit it again. I don’t know. Having this cold isn’t helping me think very clearly!
Facebook (meta?) has a tenancy to change things without letting you know. I’m not that savvy with these things so if I don’t see a notification about how things have changed I don’t necessarily know about it. Then I get surprised by things like this. Anyway… Sigh…. X
Books in the post
Books for college. A great many words arrived in the post over the last couple of days. A book called visual methodologies by Gillian Rose, illustration research methods by Rachel Gannon and Mireille Fauchon. Beginning Theory by Peter Barry and Picture This by Molly Bang. I hope the information in them will sink into my brain. Such a lot to look at and try and understand. It’s hard to take in so much, and this is just a small piece of the puzzle. I must improve my knowledge of crytical analysis. To go from descriptive to forensic. That’s hard. Generating new ideas and opinions without being opinionated. I want to try not to be cruel or condescending. To be honest and to use understandable language because some of it just feels selfish and snobbish. Hmmm.
Too many buttons?
What are they all for WordPress? I know you are holding some training sessions. But I don’t have time for them. I don’t need an immersive experience, I want to point and press!
I’m still coming to terms with the loss of the classic editor and all I do now is press enter and start another block. The one thing I do like is more control over image sizes, but how do I set whether an image is right, left or centre of the page…?
I never learnt type setting, I don’t know what to do when I can type columns? I’m interested in getting my thoughts out, not how to place them on a page. Yes it might look scrappy, but I’m not fussed….
Going grey
Wrinkles?
What are they for?
And going grey
What is the point?
Feeling worn out
Losing my mojo
Growing tired
But I ain’t dead yet
I have knowledge
I see patterns in history.
No not grey
Precious silver
Or platinum.
Not wrinkles
But the map of my life.
Strong like a diamond
Moulded by the pressure
Of living.
Got to try
So tired I’m writing my Manifesto for my future as an artist and an illustrator. This was a rough draft. I’ve changed a lot of it, but it struck me as being appropriate for the problems with WordPress. I must be forgiving (not sure why though). Is it because I come from a polite society where being effacing is the acceptable norm. I don’t think the British are as polite as some other societies though. You can get a lot of passive aggressive behaviour, backhanded complements, oh I could go on… But will it get lost when I post? And where do I add categories and tags?
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