|Miss P's Tree (the only drawing happening in this house at the moment)|
For the last few weeks we have all been sick with colds - coughing, spluttering, sneezing and whinging. And that's just me.
I won't go into detail about the challenges of caring for sick kids while you're actually sick yourself. It's an exercise in human endurance, to say the least.
On top of this, I'm frantically preparing paintings and doing almost no sketching. Wait. Exactly no sketching.
It has crossed my mind to give it all up. The painting, drawing, blogging. The lot.
Maybe I should be worrying more about the state of my floor, the dishes, the windowsills. Maybe I would be more fulfilled if I ironed my sheets. If only I knew where our iron lived...
But every time I resolve to put my own desires on the back burner, I get a horrible sinking feeling. A feeling of being even more lost than the random solo socks in this house.
Even though it's not always possible to dedicate the time I would like to art, drawing and writing I know I need to keep those fires burning. Because it's exactly the promise of being able to do all of that which is getting me through...