This post has been sitting half finished since December. I was going to write about my COVID experience. But I am still mid journey. And for some reason, I have not been able to put that story to paper.
For now, here are the wonky little works I did while in the hospital. They are in my 4 x 6 sketch book. Not on watercolor paper. Christine Brooks made the suggestion, to pass the time. I wasn’t thinking about art at that moment. And at first, it was very hard to concentrate. I would draw, and then paint later.
I put together a list of supplies, and had them dropped off at the hospital. I forgot some essentials. Like an eraser. LOL. I had a larger sketchbook, but 4 x 6 was about all I could manage. I altered a few of these in Photoshop. Blurred a snake plant, to soften. Added a few straight lines. Mostly, they are left untouched.
As for an update. I am plugging along. I am doing great on the whole. My mobility is still mostly limited. My O2 still drops dangerously low. I can get to the restroom on my own now. Without the walker. And I can get up from the seat unaided. Huge milestones! Haha. Sometimes my O2 stays level, until after I have made it back to the bedroom. Then it drops drastically. Fortunately, I often recover more quickly now than before. In the beginning, The O2 would drop as soon as I stood up. Another milestone. Of sorts.
But every silver lining, I am going to claim. Haha. And thank God for!
We dream to give ourselves hope. To stop dreaming—well, that’s like saying you can never change your fate. Amy Tan
I simply can’t build my hopes on a foundation of confusion, misery and death… I think… peace and tranquility will return again. Anne Frank
A wonderful win, this bouquet. I started with a palette knife and gesso. Added texture, and scratch marks. Moved on to the next layers, still with knife in hand. Paint, pen, oil pastel, Q-tips, stylus.
My vase is clearly wonky. And I am missing a stem. But I am feeling, happy with this one. I rarely choose to use a palette knife. And without thinking? Never. But I reached, and grabbed, and started to messily layer paint.
I’m rather stoked that my fear took a hike.
Some of my fear is still nagging me. The “I can’t paint a chicken in a nest,” fear. That is what has been whispering in my head since May. Truthfully, since last year.
A request from a friend. She loves the first Rooster I painted for her. So WHY is there still so much fear?!
The little 4 x 4’s got me started. They lead me to the next, which was a gift of surprise and triumph.
And that led me to, begin.
When you learn to give yourself a break, and feel okay about not being able to live up to impossible standards, then you can begin to get the worry-free rest your mind and body so badly need. Suman Rai
God has promised that He will provide rest to those who have faith in Him so hold on to your faith, and to His words, for God’s words are true. Innah Delos Angeles
Wishing you JOY, great health, and restful nights.