Herself: Swam….such nice folks swim at that early hour. Shower, Alanon meeting with lunch in hand. Again, wonderful women that made sense. Came home to find Himself had run all my errands. Later, had to go clear out to La Mesa to get a three dollar oiler for both sewing machines so took the off-tension-Bernina out with us. G bought dinner. Today class again. Found old baggage cart, he bought me some bungie cords. My art stuff is easier to transport now. Thanks G.
Reading: Endlessly. The next Dresden. I’ll miss this character in my life when I have finished the series.
I am beyond disappointed.
“Bring some of your art to the next poetry class,” Marion calls out on her way to Costco.
“No, no, none of it is any good,” I reply. She repeats herself and doesn’t believe.
No one believes me. They’ve all been to my shows. They know my series, they have enjoyed my colors and my passions and enthusiasms right along with me for years. Friends call and ask art questions…..I can still answer. I can frame images in a camera, but I cannot draw.
I could draw right after, but when my gallery retired, I retired. Not putting line on paper was my downfall. Use it or lose it gets me coming or going.
I’m committed to these summer months of putting line on paper and slinging paint. Deeply disillusioned by my inability to draw something that looks like something…..even a doodle, I’m not quitting. Tomorrow, I will take that small sketch book with me, and I will see if I can pencil in the Museum of Man tower. Keeping it simple. Not even complete. Telling myself this is just practice. Treating myself like a new student.
I cannot imagine recovering my ability to draw in one semester, but there I am.
“Don’t have a stroke,” I said in some disgust to someone at the pool this morning.