So I did…
Tuesday was busy.
On Wednesday and Thursday lunch was even better with Ruined by Design.
Friday began with us reading Who ate my book.
Saturday ended with this insight from Yo-Yo Ma:
“But the mental process, the emotional process, the psychic investment, in trying to make something easy is infinitely hard…”Yo-Yo Ma
So now you know the difference between Friday and a fried egg!
Here’s another trip from last year. I’m one of those people who always reaches early for flights, and now you know why…
Traveling is such a great time to draw. So many people of different kinds and origins in one place.
Also random thoughts: How much does the mouth extend when you yawn? I can feel it but not really observe it.
On this particular day I may have been feeling quite charitable:
Drawing is a way to observe, Watch without judgement. I think you can see the empathy in the lines when you have drawn without prejudice…”
More people watching in airports: Travelers (Del-Mun 2013), Airport people (CPH 2010), More airport people (Del-Hel 2010), Flying (Del-SFO 2017), and the more recent People watching in Kolkata and Own your presence Bengali 2020.
And just like that we’re in November 2020. From the blog archives I find that Novembers have either been prolific with travel and conferences or dry and desolate as the Gobi desert. Here are 3 favorites ones over 2006-2019.
This is from 12 year ago, about missing the brown boy when I lived in Sweden: Why Skype isn’t enough
and this one is about a color: A ray of grey from 2011.
Parenting, and your sense of self from 2017 is a letter written to myself, trying to find myself after becoming a mother.
This is from an old sketchbook, of a few years ago when the little tornado was learning to talk. Like all new parents we were caught unawares about the new organism’s ability to absorb and regurgitate at opportune moments.
Often during the work week I am terribly challenged finding a few minutes to draw, so you can imagine that on Friday evenings I have all these pent up drawings just struggling to be expressed.
But then of course there’s the household calling or your energy levels need bolstering…
I spent the week with the early sketchbooks and it was nice to be able to join the dots and see how I found my creative voice. I was cute, so innocent and honest – it’s really endearing. Of course there were periods of confusion, loss of identity – but I’m still here. (Yay for WordPress!) So grateful to be able to draw…Thank you universe.
Throughout the summer I read Letters from Tove and dreamt about fjords.
This is where I’m going next.
Do you know that feeling when you’re between books to read? When you’ve just finished a great book and you’re looking around for the next book?
That was what I felt that day – I was torn asunder by not being able to find a suitable book –
But then The Folded Clock felt like coming home. A rare book about a woman in her forties keeping a diary about her life, being a mother, wife, writer, friend, artist, writer….
Unlike Infinity Net, the autobiography of Yayoi Kusama, I grew quite fond of Tove Jansson while reading this book. She was such a loving, funny and good-natured person and so much of her voice comes across in the early Moomin books.
She wrote in a letter about choosing the right life partner: It’s important for one’s partner to love the art equally if not more for it to work.
“When one is lost to the art the partner need have no expectations.”
and so true that.
A couple of months ago I was invited to give a talk to the students of JKLU.
Here are my notes as I was thinking of the content for the talk. As usual, I was supervising some mealtime or the other.
Of course not all of this went into the final presentation. The final talk was well received by the students and they asked really great questions. Here are a couple of the slides.
This is what I heard later: “Soo was so good! So informative but presented with an ease of informality. Loved the sketches.” “Soo cut across generations with her storytelling.” I enjoyed it too and thank you for listening.