I've been thinking about the tools we have to communicate with.
Words. I can tell you about my cat.
She was given away. I brought her home.
For a long time she didn't like to be touched. And now she is aggressively affectionate.
She loves Briar and tolerates Lola (the dogs).
Her name is Hazel, as in the tree.
I can share a picture.
One of my favorites. Taken several years ago.
And I can paint a picture (this is still in process):
Last Saturday I was trying to draw pictures of animals and I was frustrated. The drawings weren't looking the way I wanted them to. I asked myself. Why? Why am I doing this?
I decided to focus this year on drawing and painting, on making images because it's fun. As a child, "art" was one of my favorite activities. I doodled and drew when I had the chance. And then it was let go as I became older. As was writing poetry.
Some of this letting go seems natural, we hone our interests. But some of it happens because we become too critical. We get caught in being practical. We need to be experts at what we do. We need to "grow up."
I don't want or need to be great at this. I just want to feel like it's another way that I can communicate. I want someone to look at something that I make and think, that's a cat... And for it to be fun, to find the way for this to be fun.