Artist LC

  Our first corgi loved the beach. I love this picture I drew of him because of the reflection on the sand which looks so real to me. It brings back a happy time and many  memories.

I came across this old photos of me drawing a pastel of myself. What strikes me is the power that exudes from the painting as the depth of character and emotion emerge with each additional stroke. Sometimes I like the half drawn version even more than the finished product. It tells its own story. This is my experience. PAINFUL How can I describe the stultifying ‘nothing’ in my body That keeps me trapped Away from all that I could do All that I could be All that I am? There really are no new words To convey the utter emptiness Of mind and body That I exist in. The fragmenting pain, The overwhelming numbness, The impossible effort it takes To move To think Even a single interesting thought Beyond the experience of Interminable illness That pounds at me Crushing me into the smallest space Not only in the room, But in my body. Secretly trapped in a tiny space in my head My memories are shut down to indiscernibility. My enthusiasm for life Is increasingly dulled by never ending inability. M

How wonderful to be able to pick the first daffodil in our garden today, spring is truly on the way with Pancake Day fast approaching and a host of flowers racing to bloom.   

I came across this pastel today. I had not been able to look at it since my poor sweet dog died. But today it brought me comfort and I felt it was a very realistic pastel of him. He had been in pain with his left eye and it seems to show through in the picture, though that was not my initial intent. He is still so much missed.   

  When I saw these sad eyes I just had to draw him.  It is a challenge to draw a single coloured dog and it was a joy to look for so many different subtle colours to bring out his gorgeous golden coat. I am delighted to see my pastel on his page. https://pennypawsrescue.org.uk/woody-available-for-adoption/