I love the ease of using a single finger to quickly draw an image in my head. I don’t always want to colour them in, there is something pure, fresh and lovely to me about a single, simple finger drawing.
I drew this pastel of the wonderful, happy Arto and am so delighted to see it framed and know that this sweet and precious dog has been rescued and will now have the happiest life. There is something lovely when a dog looks at you and you look at a dog and you see each other. I have not met these dogs in person but feel there is so much to be discovered when you look in their eyes and see their beauty, even in a photo. It is a joy to me to try and express this through pastel. https://pennypawsrescue.org.uk/2023/02/20/gorgeous-arto/
I was asked to draw this beautiful graceful dog, Annie. I was not sure I would be able to capture her likeness especially as her fur has tiny dark flecks in it, not easy to convey, but as with all my art, I never know if I can until I try. It was a joy to work with my favourite pastels and so very pleased with the result. Just after I had finished, I was paralysed by noise and was unable to move my hands and feet. It is incredibly wonderful to find moments of artistic expression are possible in a sea of unending pain and such frequent total inability to move. There is something truly wonderful about creating something beautiful that did not previously exist. I find the process awesome and inspiring as well as challenging me to grow.
There are quite a few hurdles I need to overcome in order to draw a pastel. Hand to eye coordination is mostly tricky, difgicult or not posdible. My hands and fingers are always numb to varying degrees. They slso burn with pain and throb frequently. My eyes are blurry and it is hard to focus. Several times a day or all day I can be paralysed partially or totally, near paralysed, or too weak to move. My mind is blanked by each paralysis and I cannot necessarily see or understand or receive and edpress information. And then there is the head pain, switching sides, left, right, top, back of head, neck, limbs all throbbing in unison. It is quite miraculous that I can ever draw at all. Then there are literally brief moments in a month when I can see a bit more clearly, I might hold a pastel and look at a picture and try to draw it. I have to be very quick. Any sound or movement or surprise can knock me back into blankness and paralysis once more and the rest of the day is stolen...
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