Ha…sometimes my misplaced optimism goes on display and it’s embarrassing. In the last couple posts I talked about “my loss” as in an inability to walk to sketching sites like I normally do. I rambled about how this would be an opportunity to try new things, do experiments, etc. Ha!
In the past week or so I’ve learned that my real loss has been any interest in doing anything, and to some degree a lack of ability to do anything. When you’re in constant pain, constantly worried about your health, and losing sleep because of both, it’s hard to muster either ability or interest in doing things, even things you love. Such has been my situation recently.
So…I haven’t done any grand sketching experiments. I haven’t experimented with gouache as I said I might. I haven’t done much of anything in fact except talk to doctors. Things are improving, however. Now I can walk all the way to the kitchen (grin).
So, all I have to show you are some small doodles that I’ve done while watching TV ad nauseam. I apologize for the lack of blog posts. One thing, though, is that these doodles are more loose than my typical street sketch and while I’m sure they’re inspired from somewhere, the subjects just fell out of my head when I took pen in hand. Maybe I can call these “experiments.”
Love your “little experiments”.
Thanks, Lorraine. They truly are “little” 🙂
These are delightful! Hoping your medical issues resolve quickly! Sending well wishes.
Yeah, me too. Just a matter of time, I think. In the scheme of things, it’s no big deal. — Larry
Keep doodling. They have a lovely antique appeal.
And best wishes towards your mending quickly.
I like the idea of antique appeal. If I could, I’d draw like Durer 🙂
I hear you, Larry, and I completely understand. Thinking of you
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Yes, I bet you do. I’ve thought of some of you often since my mobility has been limited. — Larry
Your experiments are lovely! Wishing you all the best with your health recovery.
Thanks Donna.
I’ve been having similar problems for some years now…sometimes it’s hard just to get morning coffee and I lose too many days. My daughter, healthy and in her 30’s, is sympathetic but doesn’t really understand. I was “gratified” to read of your difficulties because it makes me feel less alone. Hoping your troubles are soon resolved.
Ah…that feeling that you’re losing days. I’ve become acquainted with that one. You’re also right about other people not understanding. I guess I’m lucky. When Chantal watches me wince in pain as I struggle to get into bed, so understands a bit better each time 🙂