Monday, after the weekend …
A week or two back I attended an art class. I was particularly excited because the subject matter was Andalucia, in southern Spain. I have spent much time in this area with fond memories and looked forward to going back ‘virtually’ and making drawings.
However, it didn’t work quite like that; the photographs and images were beautiful and evocative of a time spent working in the mountains looking down on the Costa de Sol.
I spent a couple of hours and a reams of paper, drawing shapes and recording the colours and feelings. But, when I came to put them into a picture that afternoon I lost the impetus. I wrote the next day about my inability to play ; I suppose, while by brain wanted to get down to some serious business.
So a this weekend after the ‘other’ exciting events; I returned to my sketches and put together some ‘pictures’ they are not complete and may never be .. but serve as reminder of a lesson learned and often forgotten, about impermanence and the movement of life … it does not stand still and we can never go back!