Today I felt wobbly after last night's college memorial service for my mother - amongst others. A year and a half on and still I have difficulty - like learning to eat again once you've lost a tooth. Perhaps. So I went down to the peace of the allotment and sketched a familiar scene - the two sheds, the two newly pruned hazels, Brian's brassica nets, a random cane. Nikim Singh, the watercolourist recommends a restricted palette, revisiting a familar subject, and enjoying the medium. I did all that. I started with ink - the sheds and the two trees, and was healed by the conversation I heard between these objects as I drew. |