On Scribbling

One of my favorite things to do is swim. Will I be able to swim again?

The physical therapist recommends that we try.

At the time of this painting I do not know, but if these florals were under the water would they appear in such a way? Wiggly!

All I can do right now is paint little circles. I am using a mini mop brush. It is like a stamp, it suits me well at the moment.

I just want to look at the pretty colors.

I can’t learn anything new today.

The size of the paper overwhelms me but it ensures that I have all the space I want to scribble from my hospital bed which sits in our living room.

Will I ever be able to go to the bookshelf to get my own paper? … or pour my own paints?

We just don’t have answers.

<3….

I am so happy to update this post and share that my strength has come back. I pour my own paints now. I even walk into the Art store! Strangers see that I am no longer in my wheelchair and they ask if they can hug me.

I do realize that not everyone gets this opportunity.

I want to make this count, and when I can, I want to use my experiences to help others.

I can swim. It feels weird, but I can do it! I have even been to the farm to pick fresh flowers…. and I still use the mini mop brush. It’s a great brush!

I feel so fortunate to have purchased art supplies before I got sick. They became my refuge.

My scribbles from the hospital are still some of my most precious pieces because I know how hard it was to create them.

"What I dream of is an art of balance, of purity and serenity, devoid of troubling or depressing subject matter, an art which could be something like a good armchair in which to rest from physical fatigue." - Henri Matisse