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.
I think it’s been a week since I realised that I was in an ME crash and stopped trying to do much of anything. I’m not sure that I’m feeling any better. Am I worse? Or maybe noticing better how things really are?
Edit: My ME-foggy brain got the date wrong. It was actually *Saturday* 17th October, not Friday 17th.
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Sitting still. Still waiting. Still sitting with the familiar.
I wonder if my patience is beginning to pay off…
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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?
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Awake at silly o’clock again, but with a gloriously unfoggy brain. So I drew and pondered.
How would it be if I thought of the pages of my pocket sketchbooks as panels in a comic?
What if I thought of them as landscapes to be explored and photographed — zooming in, reframing them?
What if I thought of the photographs of the drawings and the drawings themselves as separate things to explore?
My brain has disappeared into fog again.
I shall put thinking on hold for another day.
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