Time does fly. It doesn’t seem like a week has passed since my last PPF post. It’s been a busy week, too. We’ve been clearing out a mass of clutter that we, somehow, managed to accumulate. There were boxes of toys which my daughter doesn’t play with anymore, clothes that no longer fit, shoes which have seen better days and other bits and pieces that we can’t even remember buying.
It was with a touch of regret that many of my daughter’s old toys were donated to the charity shop, but she is growing up and lots of the items she once cherished she now considers, to put it in her words, stupid. Life moves on and so must we.
Anyway, my wife had a good rummage around in the attic (I can’t make it up the ladders anymore), and among the things she discovered was a dust-covered cardboard box. When I opened it, I got the biggest surprise I’ve had in a long time. Inside were my old notebooks, diaries and a collection of paintings and drawings I worked on several years ago. Some are quite bad, some aren’t just so bad, but I’ve decided to share one that I quite like.
I think it has a haunting resonance; hence it’s title, For the Forgotten.
Despite our spring clean, I did manage to do some sketches in my journal. I find filling the pages of my art journal gives me a sense of creativity, which I somehow lost over the past few months. Or to put it another way, I think working on my journal has given me my ‘mojo’ back. I’ve started to fill a notebook with ideas for articles and short stories and I feel a positivity running through me that I have not felt for years. I feel like I’m on my way back to the place I belong. So I’ve decided to call the sketch below, Homeward Bound.
Hope you like it. Have a smashing weekend.