I send a lot of time waiting. Waiting for inspiration to hit, waiting for a client to approve a design, waiting for jobs to be printed and most of all, waiting for my children to finish whatever activity they have signed up for.
I am not an organisation queen. I do not rush my children from regimented sports experts to ballet to tutoring. You have to be a career mother to cope with that. We have a general rule. Anything extra during the week has to be offered at school. They take me at my word and so I end up waiting…
As I mentioned in the comments a few posts ago…my drawing skills feel rusty. Unlike bicycle riding, this is just not something you can leave for a while and come back to and be able to perform. There is a lot of hard work and frustration in getting back into the habit of drawing. As an art student I was told that Henry Moore the sculptor made it a habit to draw something every day. I don’t think it really sank in then. After all, we were drawing and painting and sculpting every day anyway.
The problem is, life has a tendency to lead you down paths that you never imagined you would take. The idealistic arty farty student type becomes a frenzied designer in an ad agency at the beginning of the Mac revolution , a communications officer at a university, a corporate wife to an executive who is moved around the world, a mother feeding all the hungry little mouths. Drawing tends to take a back seat to all the other aspects of life clamouring for attention.
Having received the commission to illustrate a children’s book and survived to tell the tale (which I will be telling soon), I vowed to keep practicing. While I have not yet reached the goal of one drawing a day, I do use the waiting time…
So here is the latest Waiting drawing. Waiting for my daughters to finish singing in a choir performance. My son and I were stuck in the car on the dark school grounds with the wind howling around the vehicle and the rain beating down on us. It was quite cosy… both of us drawing and chatting. The challenges were the lighting (car lighting sucks!) and trying to make his eyes (which were in the shadows) look like they were open and alive.
Oh yes, he was drawing King Kong which hopefully was not a metaphorical portrait of me!