Fantastical Kolo and my achilles high heels
Ink on paper
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Today that thing happened. I was sitting, drawing this, jittery from some work related stress. Slightly annoyed with my drawing (I can’t ever *see* it till I’ve stepped away for a bit), slightly irritated with Kolo never sitting still, more than slightly irritated with my poor vision (which sparked additional jitters around all my fears about losing more vision…).
And then I was here. Right there. That moment when it’s just now and nothing else. It didn’t last long before something pressed in on me again. But it was there. And that’s why I draw. Why I paint. Why I doodle. There’s something about it, if I can still myself long enough to focus, that brings me into the moment like nothing else. My memory is terrible, but my sketchbooks bring me back into each moment so vividly. Oddball little things come back to me. Even just imagining one of my drawings can bring back details–sounds, feelings–like nothing else.
And I got that today.