The silence Yesterday , I met her again. An old wordless self that could sit for hours with paper and just go. The before blogging self that drew almost every day, just for my Self. the one that could make any moment a picture.
children seem to have that gift… to “make any moment a picture”. somehow, your child self has survived ‘n thrived all these years. i see her in your smile, jude. a gift from your mom, perhaps? as well as the gift of teaching. so grateful for u.
somehow holding on to joy is a bit childlike isn’t it? maybe because it gets diluted so easily by all the enticing artificial joys that lure us as adults.
This the season for warming oneself beside a fire. Your fire has given my muse thoughts of the coming season of cold that needs the warmth of the fire to feed the soul.
and it is surely coming and that feeds me too
Before reading I thought this might be a sketch for a possible quilt. I love that it turns out to be a connection of selves.
Do you see cloth and imagine drawing, or see drawing and imagine cloth, or both, or neither? I tend to see drawing (any imagery, really) as cloth, or how it could be/become cloth, but then, I have never done much drawing–even as a child. I always preferred collage or 3D creating, scissors and paste over pencil and paintbrush, clay over crayon.
IT Depends really but mostly they stand on their own, unless I intentionally want to see one become another. They are equal in my love for them.
You warm my heart with your fire. ❤️🔥
Beautifully stated, and a great reminder. I’ve found her in me too. I thought she was lost. I spend every evening after dinner chores with my hands on paper, markers, and pencils. I get lost in it, thankfully.
Yes, got lost for a time, softens something
What pure delight to see the rendering of yours as you revisit the “drawing” self. A wonderful treat to spend time with, viewing and savoring your return to hours with pencils. Thanks for sharing your journeys with us.
Thanks for joining me
Dear Jude, I am usually a silent observer of your work. I look forward to my Feel Free emails that open up to my (almost) daily treat of you. Your words and word play, your observations, your drawings, your stitching, and the openness with which you share your process are appreciated deeply.
I am continuously inspired by you. And tonight I would simply like to say THANK YOU.
Well hey, thank you back!
SO inspiring. Facets come to mind. Part of your incredible whole. It would be an honor to build a fire. The coming together in this simple way is missing in my life at the moment.
it’s a great offering isn’t it?
Tripping to the past to find a beloved self…
Growing down maybe.
A big, happy sigh from here.
I love building fires 🔥
What a wonderful drawing.
Thank you, it welled up somehow…
How your words resonated, Jude! Wonderful drawing (especially up close).
I noticed how closely I lean in when working on paper…
Moon fire. 🙂
Lots of images arise by combining those two words.
How beautifully said, Jude and how nice to say hello to these selves again.
The mystery of moments making pictures….now thats a feeling!:)
I was taking deep breaths and smiling a lot.
Silence in todays world is a precious and scarce resource. We need a lot more of it!
Yes, so much so
Love these beasts and see so many You elements in there! How lovely to just sit and draw. 🙂
What a privilege to have the quiet time.
Awesome drawing 💙
“…one that could make any moment a picture…”
What a gift!
those words formed with ease.