Happy New Year! Phew! We made it. What year is it, anyway?

Most of my life has been involved with paint. Making it, making art and ingesting it…Ok, that last one is a bit of an insider’s joke. If you find yourself painting a masterpiece and you also happen to have a cup of coffee to hand you will find your paintbrush dunked in it at least 50 times before completion of said masterpiece. It’s a tradition, or an old charter, or something...

Needless to say, Parkinson’s has put a bit of a dampener on that particular aspect of my life. But not completely. So this year I am going to pretend I can control a paintbrush again and produce!

If you want to follow this adventure I shall be posting here. I don’t really feel like playing the algorithm lotto so I won’t be sharing much on social mediaaaaahhh.

Anyway, I have no real idea of how this project will go. The eroding aspect of a disease like Parkinson’s is the loss of self. The daily attempt to function as something like a ‘normal’ person (whoever they are!) leaves little time for the inner/real/who-you-want-to-be you.

I plan to paint myself out of the catatonic fug and into the ‘well this is marginally less horrific’ category. It was a tough mother of a 2022 and I’m done.

I’d love to hear your thoughts on the New Year.

with love

Emma xxx