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 itā¦Ok, that last one is a bit of an insiderās 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. Itās a tradition, or an old charter, or something...
Needless to say, Parkinsonās 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 donāt really feel like playing the algorithm lotto so I wonāt 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 Parkinsonās is the loss of self. The daily attempt to function as something like a ānormalā 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 āwell this is marginally less horrificā category. It was a tough mother of a 2022 and Iām done.
Iād love to hear your thoughts on the New Year.
with love
Emma xxx
lemme get some tea...be right over.
Sounds like a great idea ā¤ļøā¤ļø