
Making drawing something the first thing I do today.
Just make some marks!
(it does seem to help me feel better)

Tea-tray drawings are a recurring part of my drawing practice — small, everyday observations made while I sit with my tea, usually from the familiar collection of objects gathered around me. Over time they have become a kind of visual diary, recording ordinary mornings, changing materials, and small shifts in how I look at and draw the world close at hand.

Making drawing something the first thing I do today.
Just make some marks!
(it does seem to help me feel better)

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I think I’m probably overstimulated. After quite a long period of not venturing far from my bed, yesterday G drove me to see the Mary Lloyd Jones exhibition at the National Library. So many paintings, such beautiful colours — probably too much for one visit.
I met up with a couple of dear friends who I haven’t seen in a very long time, and we sat in the café chatting after looking at the exhibition. Seeing my rather diminished self through their eyes is something new and a little unsettling.
Tonight I’m grateful for Ounce’s company whilst I’m not sleeping, and for the familiarity of drawing my tea tray. I don’t feel able to cope with too much sharp focus just now, so I’ve taken my glasses off and am embracing the blurriness.



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3.45 am
The clocks have gone back an hour for the winter. This is an extra long night (but I’m reminding myself that I enjoy the cosiness of the dark mornings).

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A couple of hours spent drawing in the small hours while listening to the end of The Lost Art of Letter Writing.
Trying to find my way. Step by step. Mark by mark. Drawing by drawing. Not seeing any distance ahead. Trusting (or trying to!).
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