I CAN'T SEE ....

 

Himself has been in hospital all this week and my brain has been absolutely scrambled.  However, I stole some time to make art because I really needed the peace and refreshment I get from it, and this is the result.

If you've been with me some time, skip this bit because you've heard it before.  The background is done with Caran d'ache Neocolour II crayons - which go on looking like wax crayon, but when you add a wet paintbrush just EXPLODE into brilliant colour.  The yellow areas have been wetted but the others haven't and you can really see the difference!

And then below you can see how the whole page looks once water has been added.  These shapes weren't meant to mean anything, I was just playing with absolutely no idea where I was going!  I love that.

And then I got out my Posca paint markers and played some more ... still operating on instinct and content to let it turn out however it wanted to.  For some time now I've been exploring Aboriginal art, and the powerful images which can result from just dots (or even dashes), and this has been influencing my work for some time.  These shapes aren't dots but the idea of simple motifs is there.

At this point I decided the page needed SOMEBODY, and it ended up with this stamped face plus a pair of glasses.  I'd intended to add eyes inside the glasses until I realised that it expressed how I was feeling - unsure of the way ahead, unable to see far, and kind of groping by instinct every day since Himself's surgery.  Then of course that led to the writing, and the expression of a deep feeling that although I don't know how things are going to work out ... God does, and I can trust that.

I'm a bit dissatisfied with this - I think the colours aren't quite right, they're too much in the same tonal range without sufficient contrast perhaps?  Still, it is what it is.

Sorry this is a short post - hospital visiting when its a 40 mile round trip and you sometimes have to queue 30 minutes just to get on the disabled car park takes all my energy, and the rest of my time is mainly spent just trying to keep things together.  I have the help of my wonderful daughters who are here in relays to support.  We must have done something right because they are all amazing women.

Anyway, himself came through the surgery brilliantly, has amazed everyone with his progress after such major surgery, and is bored and longing to come home after just six days!  He might even make it after a few more days ....