I'm finally feeling stronger in my body, perhaps not to the extent that I can leap about at my exercise dance class but better than I have been in weeks. Sitting at the drawing table working on drawings for a children's book makes me feel purposeful and industrious. I'm not just a couch rock with a sore bum from hours of brain numbing tellie while holding down furniture.
It is something I do when I don't feel myself. It gets me out of my body and into fantasy where there are no statistics and outcomes and monitoring, only freedom. It's as if these past few weeks have sucked me back into the vortex of the world of cancer and all that that entails. It's hard to avoid but you have to wipe the cobwebs away and find yourself again through all the medications and late night doctor's appointments, etc.
One way in which I got prodded from my stupor was by a gift from a friend, a loan, really. The loan of a small heavy duty German made etching press. I'm over the moon at having it. It is something new for me to experiment and teach myself.
The process of etchings is an ancient one. My version is of a simplistic nature, scratching lines into a plastic plate, inking the plate, wiping off the excess ink and then using the strong roller tension of the press to make a print on paper. The paper, usually a heavy watercolour or printmaking paper is soaked and blotted to accept the ink that is in the scratched lines of the plate.
My first little picture has got me inspired for making a series of little "odd" pictures. The source being from some scribbling I do when I'm holding down furniture and resting as time passes over me.
Already ahead of myself, I hope to make a series of these little odd things, once I've sorted out how to make better prints!