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Monday, after the weekend …

June 1, 2015

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!

4 Comments leave one →
  1. June 2, 2015 8:17 am

    What fun. Good work, Helen. Just saw that you read my Cinnamon poem, but it was published by mistake and wasn’t finished. It is now, if you want to read it again.

  2. June 2, 2015 8:20 am

    The colored ones look like collages with gauze or material superimposed. Is that right? I like them very much. Good girl for going back and finishing what you started. Might you go back to the class? I think you have an eye for collage. Judy

  3. June 2, 2015 9:22 pm

    The coloured art work is just gorgeous! My eyes are really enjoying the different textures – if that makes any sense!?

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