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Life Changes

Did I mention I broke by left wrist last year? It was a very interesting experience. I went three days telling myself it was just a sprain.

Finally, Chris convinced me to go to the local hospital. They wanted to operate on it, slit my wrist, insert a metal plate and pin it back together. I said no thank you. They did it the old-fashioned way with weights and manipulation. It was a common room, so I saw lots of activity, in some cases being flat on my back, I only heard it, I said to the DR. well you are never going to sneak up on anyone, your shoes squeak. I had the whole group laughing. That bit was fun.

We spent the winter in a new place, it was lovely. I used my left hand to do all of my drawing, and was amazed at the results, as I am normally right-handed.

We need to stretch ourselves as artists anyway we can.

The Artist at Play

The Artist at Play

Are we what we breathe or what we believe?

‘ Since we live where everything is music, everything is dancing. Watch the dust grains moving in the light near the window. Their dance is our dance. We rarely hear the inward music, but we’re all dancing to it nevertheless. ‘ 
– Rumi

I find this quote amazing on so many levels. It does look a little simple, but movement and music are everything. And those dust motes that float through the air are pure magic. We negate the experience and many others because they are too common to be extraordinary. Well, shouldn’t we redefine those words?

Life learns us.

Found Sculpture as a Postcard

Found Sculpture as a Postcard

This picture is  a postcard from the tower of London. I thought it one of the most compelling sculptures I had ever thought to experience, because like you, I only got the photograph.

We are Here

There is only one thing I am good at, being an artist, maybe not great or brilliant, but good.

Today, I had to learn to be a maestro, conducting three different orchestras. one, moving house, studio, garden, sculptures, two moving away all we no longer have room for in our lives and three, getting Christopher’s mural and books moved by a local club, one for auction and the books for a trip to Africa or the high arctic.IMG_0485_e

I am an artist, not made to deal with this kind of thing, but I did OK. One of the things I can do is delegate. Oh you want this, well talk to him, it is a good system that. The learning we are all not capable of making all of life’s decisions is a huge bonus of ageing.

I have to thank nerofeedback, because before it would have been an overwhelming process. Now, today was not easy, don’t misunderstand me, but if you saw your homeland dumped with tons of dirty gravel that made two huge mounds obliterating your friends garden, wiped out her Osage orange tree, bulldozed two of my quince trees, well, I think I did good to have a good day.

We moved, just need to leave the keys to paradise to someone else. As we never locked our doors who knows if they will fit.