That’s what I am today. Also, not able to settle very long, because we’re going out for most of the day, so…
Anyway, I’m trying to write only three of the hard-to-write posts a week, and I have one scheduled for tomorrow.
So, let’s talk about art. Not art in general, that’s one of the dangerous posts that will end up at two thousand words and frothing at the mouth. No, let’s talk about my art, attempts at art, etc.
When I was very young, say around 14 I did art as well as writing. Then I decided I had to concentrate on ONE, and because art required materials and I was perma-broke and hated to ask my parents to finance me, I decided not to do art.
I was perfectly happy with this decision (Dad might have been less so, since his first degree was in art, and he regrets not having pursued it) until almost 13 years ago I passed out in our tiny bathroom (and we still don’t know why I passed out. For years I was afraid it was a mini-stroke, but there have been no others this long, so… we assume it was my blood-pressure bottoming out, which it does at times) and hit my head so hard that I had memory fugues for six months, and my eyes went up a diopeter (I went from wear glasses only to read, to wear glasses all the time.)
And then, as I recovered I got an incredible need to draw.
There was a problem. It quickly became obvious that my drawing had “frozen” at 14.
So I started taking lessons and classes and…
Anyway… I have progressed from 14 to about Senior in High School Level. But the thing is, I haven’t done it in about 6 years (no money for classes, too sick) and I miss it horribly. I’m hoping after the Great Move of 15 is done I can draw again. I will never be professional (that’s writing) but I’m hoping to be better, and to inflict it on you now and then, because I can.
So, wish me luck. And now I’m running to several appointments. Have fun.