Approx. 16cm x 12cm
Rotring pen, Sakura Glaze pen, Derwent Inktense pencils with water wash on heavy watercolour paper.
Small, intricate, full of spirals and swirls. Typically me when in a fussy, detailed mood.
Many of the patterns and shapes are inspired by ammonites, nature, cells, Romanesque architecture, Prehistoric pottery and rock art.
Synchronicity because there have been a lot of ‘coincidences’ noted in my life recently.
Back at work
Oh the joys of teaching! There is an element of sarcasm there. The lack of respect, manners and cooperation seems to have increased over the summer – either that or I’m getting old, having passed the 49 year mark during the long holidays.
I find myself emotionally drained at the end of each day after the constant hard work to get pupils to stop making assorted weird noises, disrupting the lesson in a myriad of ways, and just trying to bet them to be polite. I feel ‘battle weary’. Yet, teaching should not be such a battle.
The worst thing for me, however, is the effect this has on my creativity and the time to create. I miss the hours I could spend creating art during the break. If only I could earn enough from art reliably and sustainably to become a full-time artist…or writer…or or or…
Well, yesterday, the Autumnal Equinox, saw the end of the hypnotherapy course. I have an extension to complete the case studies, so the work isn’t quite over for me. I managed, finally, to get a merit in one essay – hurrah!
Not sure if I’ll be able to start a hypnotherapy practice up for a few years for various reasons, but I’d like to keep my hand in and practice the skills I have learned until I’m ready to take that plunge.
Yesterday, in fact the past week or so, have been rather weird. I’ve found myself very emotional, on the point of tears or past the point of holding them back on a number of occasions, including today. I have no idea exactly what is the problem. I thought it was hormonal, but I’m not too sure about that now.
Anyway, the hypnotherapy wasn’t the only ending this week.
I resigned from a committee that I perhaps have stayed on for a few months too long.
I’ve had various bits of a jigsaw puzzle about a friendship that ended a few months ago. I’ve spent most of this time blaming myself as I was made to feel it was my fault. However, the jigsaw pieces show that it isn’t my fault at all!
All this is quite apt for the equinox I think.