This drawing is somewhat inspired by my new batiked dress. Also by the mazes left behind by the Emerald Ash Borer.
Now I’m finally caught up with the drawings I missed.
These last few weeks have been busy busy, and though I love writing down the thoughts that occur to me during these drawings, there just haven’t been very many free moments to do so.
Mazes and labyrinths have always fascinated me. Finding connections.
The way I learn a city is by stitching together how streets connect to familiar objects. It is somewhat less exact (in some ways) than creating a map in my mind, but it indicates a different way of getting around. Once there are enough connections, it is often more accurate.
Spanish friends were always surpirsed that “la guiri” could find her way through Madrileño streets more easily than they could. In part it was the newness to me. But in part it was because those Madrid streets that connect to plazas and churches, museums and shops, fit in with the way I like to build connections between things.
Everyone stumbles sometimes. The last few days, my routine has changed, and with it, my drawings have fallen behind. That isn’t to say that I won’t catch up… Tomorrow I plan on doing a triptych or well a series of 3 drawings.
This is based on an afternoon of warm sunbathing with Gracie. The shadows were so pretty with the orange cat and the amaryllis and easter lily shadows.
Events of significance: A new table, a new employment, and a new garment rack for my clothes. My little basement studio is looking homey.
EXCEPT, I entered my rag-rug in a contest, so the floor feels bare. If you are in the Ann Arbor area, go vote for my rug at Recycle Ann Arbor on Earthday, or thereabouts (Public voting is between 4/22-5/9). Wish me luck!
Gracie and I waiting for the pot to boil so we can have “coffee.” Also known as half-and-half for Gracie, who is a cat and should not have coffee.
Although my mother would give me iced coffee as a treat sometimes in the summer, it was never a daily staple for me until I moved to Spain. With warm milk, coffee is delicious, and that’s how they served it during the morning merienda (snack time, for lack of a better translation). At first I would drink mostly milk, but slowly, drinking coffee became a ritual.
Now, I drink all kinds of coffee, and am even considering buying myself a little tinned-copper pot to make “Turkish” coffee. I put it in quotes because many Mediterranean countries title the sweet cardamom-infused mixture variously as their own.
Anyway, with Spring approaching Gracie and I are watching not only the pot for coffee, but the weather, plants, and animals with anticipation.
I was doodling and this weird shape came out, but it reminds me of those drawings from Biology of the anatomy of leaves.
Spring flowers are popping up in random spots around the yard. It’s lovely. Flowers are so wonderful!
This has been a very long week, and this is yesterday’s drawing and it’s already tomorrow!
“Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depths of some devine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.”
― Alfred Tennyson
Today nostalgia washes over me, both happiness and sadness. The double edged sword of being in the place one grew up is that there are so many people and places that one knows intimately. One knows how to get around but one also knows what has been around.
This is a memory of a drawing I used to do as a child. A one liner of muscle memory and imagination that nobody but me remembers. Today felt like that somehow.