A doodle from March, I really like the earthy colours (willow, baked earth, mustard, leaf green and charcoal).
It reminded me a bit of a patchwork of fields, some with bare ploughed earth, some planted with crops. I thought I could use this technique maybe in an abstract landscape.
The house on the hill
I drew this in April, by which time I was able to draw for longer than 10 minutes, though still having to be careful not to overdo it and to rest afterwards. It’s so easy to get absorbed in the work, do it for too long and then regret it afterwards! I’m still learning to pace myself.
Living with long covid is a journey of emotional ups and downs. Here are two examples:
The Light
11th March 2024
This was the second doodle that I was able to do. Playing with 3 bright, light colours, reflecting the fact that I was able to get up, go downstairs, sit on the sofa and draw. Finding joy in the process. I set a timer for 10 mins to make sure I didn’t overdo it, then rested lying down before doing a bit more. It’s only small, but because I could only work on it for 10 minutes at a time it took 3 days to finish.
The Dark
13th January 2024.
Still pretty much bedbound. I wrote in my diary
‘Just getting worse, not better. This illness just takes and takes, life shrinks, joy is leached away’.
Followed by:
Again and again I hit rock bottom, only to find the ground gives way and I keep falling.
Immediately after I wrote this I felt emotional, and then I felt a bit better. I realised it was only half the story, so I wrote another verse.
Again and again I hit rock bottom, only to find the ground gives way and I keep falling.
And yet each time I fall, something tenacious in me reaches out, takes my hand, eases me gently back towards the light.