It’s an irony of blogging that when I have the most to write about I blog the least because I’m too busy doing all of the things I could be blogging about. I don’t want to be one of those people who qualify the statement that they have a blog with the word “neglected”. I love my blog and I enjoy what writing gives me – attention and reflection and if I’m very lucky, insight.
This year has been one of the most eventful, intense, and exciting years of my life. We all have nightmares which we hope we never have to live and don’t know if we’d survive should they manifest themselves in our waking lives. One of mine made that leap from my mind to reality this year, something that I’d dreaded my entire adult life. It was preceded by many small paper cuts to the soul. In short, I found my birth mother. It was a harrowing, utterly exhausting, and joyous experience. All of this coincided with circumstances and events which were stressful in and of themselves and at times I was flattened by their weight.
This year I’ve also experienced the joy and fear of gaining an intense laser-like clarity about what I want to do with my art career – something that has always eluded me. I want it so badly I spent a day feeling terrified at the thought of how much time I’ve already wasted. There’s so much to do and to learn and I worry that I’m so far behind. More on that later.
Right now I’m doing the kind of illustration work I’ve dreamt of doing for many years. I am proud of the artwork I’m creating. It’s also taken many years to get to the point where I can say that. I’m excited for the work I’m going to do in the future. Everything is coming together.
So yes, I’ve been away for a while. But there has been art. And that is why I began writing this post. There is more in the Etsy shop, keeping “Lark” company. I’ll post more images of them another time.