...held me green and dying though I sang in my chains like the sea.
My very favourite quote from a poem (I think I might have quoted it before on this blog. It comes to me from time to time, like an old friend). I learned it when I was 17 (during A Level English Language) and gradually it's dawned on me that it really is true.
Very little progress on anything creative this week. In fact, I feel so uncreative I can barely breathe or feel worthy of breathing.
I began a new drawing last week, it's going to take time as it's pure pen and ink. Rather frustratingly my ink seems to have lost some of its potency, I don't know whether it's becoming diluted with the water I use to clean my pen as I draw. But it's very worrying as the dilution will of course affect the lightfastness of the finished drawing.
So even that which we strive to make permanent has written into it impernanancy.
Best that I just post work in progress and go.
I'm calling it Frou Frou.