Category: Studio Notes

Short updates from my studio about the day’s work, small moments of practice, and the gentle rhythm of making.

  • It’s earlier than I thought

    I thought it was a quarter to four, but it was actually a quarter to three. Would I have still not tried to go back to sleep if I’d realised?

    Of course, in a couple of weeks the clocks will change for winter and this will be 3.45 am, so what’s the difference really?

  • Feeling relief

    The expression on my face might not show it (!), but I’m feeling a huge sense of relief at deciding to stop trying to do anything for a while.

  • A 4.00 am pool of light

    I’m reluctantly coming to the conclusion that I’m in the midst of an ME crash.

    What I’m also seeing is that my 4.00 am drawing habit is actually a little oasis for my foggy brain and uncomfortable body. There is a certain amount of clarity and even some energy as I sit in bed awake in the small hours.

    For weeks now I’ve been waiting for this time to dissolve into a more regular — more acceptable — sleep pattern. But today, as I sit with my tea, drawing and listening to the rain, it feels like a little pool of light to enjoy and cherish.

  • Retreating into old comforts

    An early-morning drawing and television-watching setup on a colourful crocheted blanket. On the left, a tablet screen shows a dark-haired, pointed-eared Vulcan character from Star Trek wearing a blue uniform. In front of the screen lies an open homemade pocket sketchbook containing a colourful ink drawing of the same character, with a pale green background and an orange speech bubble reading “fascinating”. On the right, a tea tray holds an orange Stanley mug, a green teapot and several drawing materials. The sketchbook and tea tray sit close together on the blanket, showing the cosy arrangement for watching television and drawing in bed.

    I’ve been feeling very weary and find myself retreating into old comforts (with a new twist).

    I’ve been watching Star Trek: Strange New Worlds, enjoying the colours of the 1960s original series and the return of some familiar characters. I’m enjoying both the watching and the drawing.

    There’s comfort in the nostalgia and the mark making, but tiredness seems to highlight the pain of times passed and lost.

  • I still felt like drawing

    Unusually, I still had some energy after my bath this morning…