I watched the old Moby Dick movie, starring Gregory Peck the other night. There’s a part of the movie where the Pequod (his ship) can’t move because of a loss of wind… the doldrums as they are called by sailors. I feel similarly stuck as I’m struggling to “find time” (code for being too lazy) to draw.
It’s easy to blame COVID isolation, the daily doses of bad news, and even (especially?) the feckless leadership from the White House on so many fronts. The news is definitely overwhelms the senses.
But then I think of my own situation and, well, I can’t complain. I live in a country that takes COVID seriously and our governments at all levels have treated it without politics. The results have been very positive. And the other day I watched as our Prime Minister stood, amidst throngs of Black Lives Matter protesters as a full participant, no walls built around him, no guns or amoured police – just the Prime Minister, knowing that he was safe. I’m sure there were a couple secret service people nearby but… So this is my world. Why am I in the doldrums?
A bit more reflection, however, provided clues. I just finished a list of stuff we have to buy at the garden center and renovation store today, though it’s supposed to rain a lot today so that might be put off until tomorrow. That may be a good thing as my knees and wrist hurt quit a bit from a long day of building the first of two raised-bed gardens we’re building. The wheelbarrow I restored a week ago got its first workout yesterday. I thought about the front door lighting fixtures I’ve got to install, the set of stairs I’ve got to replace and the painting that needs to be done. As George Takei is fond of saying, “Oh my.” I think I’ve found the reason I’m not sketching more (grin).
Not wanting to post without pictures, here’s the last two “scribbles” I’ve done while out walking my arthritic leg back into shape. Hopefully those creativity winds will start blowing real soon.