WORMS .... or maybe just wormholes?

 

This is my most recent journal page, and I had such fun doing it because I've learned a new technique - the above squiggly patterns are called wormhole doodling, and I learned it from the Artstronauts Club of which I'm an enthusiastic member!  Sadly you do have to subscribe to access the video which teaches this.

I already had the page below - one of the painted backgrounds I sometimes like to get ready, particularly when there's nothing I want/need to say but I still feel like playing in my journal.  This was the perfect opportunity to try out this technique, which I'd been practising on random bits of paper.  You begin with a line and then you just keep on drawing a curve above or below the line, changing shape and direction as you go ....

And this doodling is so absorbing and compelling that before you know it I'd done this ...

At that point I began to worry about having enough space to write in, so I just completed the wormholes in the same way above the line until I was happy. 

The image I added is from Picasso's blue period - this poor girl looks the way I think I felt, a bit vacant and deeply fed up!  You may also notice that I'd outlined the wormholes with a yellow Promarker - liked that effect, which seemed to help them be even more 3D.

Having Fibromyalgia means you have memory and concentration problems - on top of those caused by menopausal brain death.  Its so bad that some days I honestly wonder if I might be developing dementia.  I'm (probably) not but you do feel as if chunks of your memory are unaccountably missing - my family know not to tell me anything vital in the late afternoons or evenings, information simply doesn't stick to the sides at all at those times, and even if I write it down I'm liable to lose the piece of paper ...

This technique provided the most wonderful way to illustrate what I'm on about, not to mention plenty of delightful opportunities for dotty doodling with my Posca paint pens - love these.

So there you have it - my brain is full of wormholes if not actual worms, which means that although the lights may appear to be on, very often there's nobody at home.  I can do all the walk and talk stuff, even make moderate sense some of the time, but I grope desperately for the words and concepts I want, which used to rise so easily to my lips.  Sigh.  Did I mention that I used to be quite clever once??

Yours vacantly
Rosie X
Now what was it I was doing before I started this?