Thanks for dropping in.
Retreated to the back of the cave today.
Cleaned all morning. Did laundry.
Can’t listen to the radio.
Can’t read the papers.
Can’t watch the TV.
So I’ve pottered away in silence all day.
I suppose it’s my way of digesting what happened in Manchester.
Not that it is digestible – ever.
It sticks in my throat and makes me feel sick as soon as I think of it. But I am certain I speak for most of us.
It is heartening to hear about the goodness all around, the humanity and the help which was almost instant and has been flowing since the explosion.
But I still feel sick and heart-broken for the innocent victims,
children! KIDS!!! and their families, and their friends.
It makes me wild actually. Really livid too.
So today has been a day for reflection,
trying to reconcile my anger with the reality of it all.
Art helps calm the mind.
I know this to be true, so this afternoon I got right inside my head, and used colour and Grunge paste and stencils to crush my demons.
There is no niceness about this piece.
It is not intended to impress or educate.
It was purely a vehicle to drag my dark thoughts out into the open, so I can deal with them.
If you can see the symbolism in it that I sought to connect with,
great. If not, great.
There’s something liberating about throwing the perfectionist rule book away and just not worrying about the outcome.
And then the mayhem ensues, and the colours run everywhere.
Birds fly to the light.
And the 22nd of May 2017 is forever fixed in our minds
as a very, very dark day.
This piece joins the other tributes on my little window ledge.
With all my heart and soul, I wish it wasn’t so.
Tonight I shall light a candle, burn some sage,
and say a prayer.
Love & Peace,