OK, so for the last year and three months I have been without
an art studio. In an effort to maintain sanity I have resorted to
Gel Pen Therapy. Gel Pen therapy is a process of documenting
my life with gel pen drawings. Here are a random few which I
tried to organize chronologically but not successfully.
This first unfinished piece is called, "My friend has a PHD in Google. I seemed to have slipped into the world of perimenopausal status and my first rude awakening to this was all over super dry skin causing me to itch like a maniac. I now slather myself like a turkey for baking, with oil, toner, lotion, and more lotion. Slathered in butter after every water encounter. In the process of figuring out a cure, my friend guided me with her google wisdom with how to help. I ended up at a dermatologist too.
Part of this upsetting peri-moments include mood swings and so a low energy. Remembering the words of a kind nurse practitioner in college when I was at the Emma Goldman clinic in 1991, in Iowa City, IA who asked me, "How are you doing?" and I burst into tears, she said, you know, you might benefit from some B6 and B12 vitamins. With that in mind and a continual thing I go to throughout my life, well, the last 24 years… I buy Vit. B and feel better almost immediately. Now if only I did that all the time.
Crazy hot flashes. Never described really thoroughly to me by another woman. Holy Hot Hot Hot. Please, naked is not cool enough, especially with the heat! So, here is me stripping down to cool off. Makes me want to jump in a cold lake, please.
This is Max's water bottle. At night at least twice a night I hear, cup please, mommie, please. And I wake up, grab his water bottle give it to him and put it back. I wonder what it would e like to sleep through this like normal people. Oh, right, he would have to be sleeping in his own bed. We'll work on that.
This is Max's sweet face as we do a window good-bye. Max was staring a new school, and there is nothing like feeling like a real terrible parent seeing him look out the window for a window good-bye like the world is ending and how could you leave me. OF course, I find out he was fine and so on and so forth, but it is always me seeing him, this tiny person in this giant window looking big eyed, well he has big eyes, watching me drive away. It didn't help that he really didn't like school or the idea of school anyway. I sometimes think he's 15 years old not 3.
Oh yeah, this is me getting the call that Max has been crying and needs me to come pick him up from school. Same school as the above picture! This school has been in action for at least 20 some years, so when I got the phone call, I knew it was bad! I mean people with this much experience know all the tricks and teach me tricks. So, I went picked him up and well, we went home!
I can't actually read the date of this drawing, but I know what I was doing. I use facebook as a way to connect with people and when I feel lonely. I see, what are all my friends in five cities I've left doing today? So, imagine my internal drama when I read my sister likes a fitness page that says, think before you eat…. I immediately think, I'm a hog, as I am messily eating a chocolate croissant trying not to get crumbs on the phone while chowing down. So I switched it to, "Think before you order…" And now I mostly get coffee at home, where chocolate croissants are not an option. Grum Grum grum!
Well this picture I know is from May 2013, which is out of order, but what it is about is that, I searched out this super cool preschool for Max. I was enchanted with it's creativity and awesome teacher and well, everything about it, and then realized that I really needed three days of full days to organize a life for myself. So, I had to pull him out of it. This is me, sad puppy, realizing life is forever changing right when you thought you had figured out one thing.
A couple of my sisters watch tv and talk about different winners they cheer for on different programs and this is what I feel like. So you think you can draw! Get on it. keep drawing.
ANd on that note, I'm going to go do a gel pen therapy and get on with it. Happy year of the horse! 2014!