Clusterbourach

This is the last painting I completed. It seems like a long time ago, but it’s really only a month. Up to that point I had a good thing going with almost daily art practise, and then there was the annual dog lodger shenanigans. He’s the most adorable geriatric lurcher, and when he comes to stay, he shadows me like glue. He doesn’t really like it when I am dotting about doing things like painting and fiddling with art and craft supplies. Since our dog friends are only with us for far too few years, and since I no longer have my own dog friend, I chose to just spend quality time with him.

Unfortunately there was an incident while taking him for a walk that involved a foot not connecting with the pavement, and instead missing the edge of the pavement, and the 15cm difference in height created a split second of unbalance that resulted in a middle-aged face plant. There are moments when your age hits you like a lorry, and that was one of them. Fortunately the face itself didn’t suffer even the tiniest graze, although I have no idea how that happened, unfortunately the left arm/wrist/hand combination took the full impact, complete with some sort of twist, resulting in a full arm clusterbourach.

There was no break, other than pride, dignity, and muscles and other fleshy bits and bobs. The aformentioned hound managed to lighten the catastrophic moment by thinking my being on the ground was some sort of game. The full pain did not arrive until later that day.

So I have not been doing much art, other than some work in sketchbooks, and covering a lot of things in white gesso, because at least then I feel like I am achieving something. Today I don’t have the tubigrip on for the first time, and that’s a nice change. I am not a very patient person, particularly with my body, so there’s that.

Anyway, before my spectacular 6am tumble (at least everyone else was still in their beds), I had been planning to start blogging again. So here I am., I hope things have been less traumatic in your world.