For some time now life has been in a state of mild disorder. The primary cause of this has been the fact that we have now committed ourselves to selling our home and finding somewhere else to live. Perhaps the largest impact of this has not been so much on the practicalities of life, but the focus of mental and emotional attention. As time has passed, and I have been drawn away from painting (and everything else associated with it), it has come to seem that my engagement with art has been some kind of ill-remembered dream. I am hopeful that the tide has begun to turn.
The “Thornton Art Trail”, which was so successful last year, is to take place again next month, and I will be showing some of my work there. It will not be new material, but nevertheless I am delighted to be able to take another look at some respectable pieces which have been buried for some time.
I cannot tell you how good it is to be painting once again. It is only a small commission, but it has been so encouraging to rediscover the capacity to draw. Perhaps more of that as the project approaches completion.
As we engage with the task of trying to identify a house to which we move I have been emphatic about my need to find adequate studio space there. At my lowest point I almost began to wonder whether this might be necessary, as it appeared to be the case that my activity as an artist lay behind me. A clear signal of my gradually recovering spirits is that fact that, looking through information from an estate agent today, I had no hesitation in focussing on that element of our future needs.