Tag Archives: sketchbook
Back again
I never left drawing, but I did find it difficult to share drawings after my pregnancy. Not sure where that came from. Was it a loss of self, a disconnect from the past, a need for solitude?
Perhaps I’ll never know for sure. But here’s the latest sketchbook:
More people
Like most people who draw, I look for opportunities to draw from life – mostly at airports, in the subway, wherever I’m waiting.
Here are some recent ones from last month.
Tomorrow is our permanent address
While going through my archives, I found these pages from a 2004 journal. The brown boy and I had just gotten married, and I was resisting all the extended family’s combined pressure on me to start propagating the species.
In this angry book it seems that while I did not want to have a baby, I knew all about the details of bearing one. What a know-it-all I was.
Getting where we’re going
[Sometimes in the living of every day
I often forget about the life of it
the intentionality, “the composing of the life”
that I once set out to do. The daily bustle,
that once emerged from me –
often swallows me up
until all I can do is hold on for dear life
to banal rituals
so that I don’t lose myself.]
For pacificleo.
Some days
My relationship with Mondays have changed multiple times over the years –
Blue Monday (2014)
Conversations with the Anteater, part V (2009)
If you’re one of those people who suffer from Monday blues, here’s a hug from the anteater.
Fragile the minutes
I wanted rest but what I got was work. And in between there were whispered wisdom from far and wide.
Drawing on holidays
It never ceases to surprise me how many firsts are still left in life – a new activity this year was a trip with friends who are artists in their own right. Believe me when I tell you it was most refreshing.
And here you can catch the brown boy in action.
Any given weekend
Random weekends in the last few months – the ones where I got some time to draw!
Other random Sundays from the diary –
Don’t judge us for our staid Sundays 😉
