Autumn is a time of Change
Healing my relationship with art.
Hello everyone
It only seems fitting to start this off with “Hello.” Hello to you, hello to the change in the seasons, the beginning of the cold creeping in, and the stealthy approach of dark evenings. We have not quite arrived in the dark half of the year yet. That will be October, when the world really begins to go quiet in preparation for the winter to come.
I feel like I have already become quiet. I haven’t been well, so my world has slowed down substantially. Days out are fewer, and I spend a lot of time lying down on my sofa, or just looking out the window, noting the sunsets and the colours that wash across the sky. I am lucky to have such a beautiful view over the North Atlantic ocean. I can watch storms approach from the horizon, watch the clouds, dark and angry, leaving sheets of rain in their path. I can see the current change in the water, watch the waves begin to chew on the sand, from gentle to slamming in minutes.
Being ill feels like an isolation, out on the rock alone surrounded by those chewing, snarling waves. Quite often I feel untouchable, unperceived. I do not know if people can fully understand the depths of watching your ability slowly creep away, and worse, with few answers. This isn’t to say I don’t have a wonderful support network in my partner and friends. I do, but it is different to see it than to be it. And the being it often feels indescribable, thus, a lonely experience.
I have started this newsletter in hopes of fixing my relationship with art, with the world. I want to discuss my feelings, my experiences, and also, I want to share my work with you all - both painting and prose. I hope that you will follow me on this journey, and that it will also give you a little bit of inspiration too.