June 5, 2007 Day 47
When we got back home around 3:00 in the afternoon yesterday, I was wiped out. All I could do was take a nap, watch a little of the tennis match between Nadal and Hewitt at the French Open, and read the Sunday New York Times. I put together a simple cold supper after Adrian went to the food store and picked up our mail.
This morning I am still wiped out, and feeling a let-down, invevitable I guess, after the weekend away and the high of the art opening. When I finally managed to get to my drawing, I slowly eased my way back into the process by writing down my thoughts: "discouraged, sleepy weepy wet eyes." This is what I was feeling, but it seemed self-indulgent to be complaining. Words were just words, I thought, and what will any of this mean when my personality is swallowed up in the vastness of eternity?
That was a glimpse of despair, and frightening, but by making marks on the page, continuing to draw, I worked my way out of it. And now, I'm just tired.
Drawing #47, 14" x 11"
(Note: There is a gap between the dates I'm writing and posting because I had to give myself time to get ahead in case we travel and I'm not able to post.)
