As the world goes to hell in a handbasket, and the bad news just multiplies, I got out into plein air to sketch and get out of my overthinking, worrying head.
Sometimes I packed my painting bag, but sometimes it was just my little sketchbook and an HB pencil. Working with black fineliner and colour, moving fast, produced some surprising images.
I learnt the name of a new bird – Eurasian coot (Fulica atra). It is called sothöna in Swedish, which literally means “sooty hen”.
Again reminded of both adrienne marie brown “What we pay attention to grows” and Mary Oliver “Attention is the beginning of devotion”.
It felt awkward at first, working with all my “faulty” drawings in show, but I soon got into a flow, which was almost like meditation. Also Swedish people are very reserved and I was pretty much ignored as I worked, though some people smiled when I looked up.
This is a practice that I will continue, the solace (and grief) of nature, right here in the city. And once again, my deep gratitude for having got this far and getting to live in this park-filled city next to the sea.