In all kinds of respects I am still struggling to find a sense of equilibrium after the return from our holiday. Sometimes the “normal” takes a little while to actually feel normal again. (I still have to remind myself to feed the hedgehog. It has taken me two days to find my house keys!) Tonight, however, I restart my regular participation in a life-drawing group.
I’m really not sure why that should be such a powerful index of the regularity of life, and my own response to the occasion slightly puzzles me. Perhaps it is the sociability of the occasion. There are few other events in my regular routine as an artist when I actually have the opportunity to get together in the company of other artists.