A wee update to my last post.

This was my last piece for the Fundraising for Gaza exhibition in Galway; a calligraphic

version of Khaled Juma’s poem:

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This photo shows the (sometimes tortuous) stages along the way…. Assorted roughs, 2, DSCF9553 And here’s the final stage of the piece…can you spot the mistake? ROUGH DSCF9542 I’ve written before about the curse of being a perfectionist…and about the illogicality of being a left-handed calligrapher…Well, there I was, at 11.00pm on the night before the Opening, filling in the colour of the outlined words. Being left handed I worked from right to left, (not to smudge the paint), and on the fourth line from the bottom I come across the first word…. ant….I’m like, What????? At that late hour, I had to just squeeze in the W, so the diamond shape does not “read” perfectly….and so it goes!     Gallery Opening IMG-20140912-00105 After a three hour drive to Galway to deliver pieces, we went for a great, Al Fresco meal in Eyre Square, relaxed, and watched the world go by, playing Spot the Tourist,Guess the Nationality, and Spot the Students! When we went back for the Opening it was overflowing with donated artwork, and the gallery was so well attended that people were overflowing onto the street…Thank heavens it wasn’t raining! Lots of red spots to show pieces sold….Great! Wandering happily to our hostel at 10pm, on a wonderfully balmy night, there was entertainment all the way up Shop Street…and loads of tourists and revellers…a great atmosphere. Homeless man and dogs  2 IMG-20140912-00118 This man was a great singer and guitarist, and we perched on a shop window to hear him sing. He was homeless, sleeping in a car with his two dogs, who were delightful, well fed and friendly and so well behaved…(especially for a Jack Russell and an indeterminate terrier!). It made me think how life can go from cruising along, reasonably happy and reasonably secure, to tumbling out of mainstream society in a few small disasters, a run of bad luck or bad planning. There appears to be an ever widening gap between the Haves and the Have-Nots…I thought of this brave and caring man as we tumbled into freshly laundered sheets for a well earned rest, and it made me sad. Here is a piece in the exhibition that really struck me…as an artist I did not have the money to purchase it, but I was glad I had a few euro for the man and his dogs…There, but for the Grace of God, the help of good friends in the past, and much Luck along the way….. Charcoal girl, IMG-20140912-00108 (I believe the artist’s name was Shona McGillivray).

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Impatience, Frustration, an Inability to Scream, and Drawing Thoughts.

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This was when I wanted to scream….but I’ve never been able to scream, or really lose my temper…..this relates to the content of the blog I had FINALLY started writing…. dammit!

Well, that lot was scribbled on empty pages from boring days in last year’s tiny diary ……. I couldn’t face wrestling with computers anymore.  I did discover what had happened…my mistake…I had TWO Edit Post pages open….and ‘Save Draft’ had been on the wrong Draft page…Shucks!
I can’t rewrite that blog yet….I’d be trying to summon up the words and phrases I wrote two days ago, and tripping over meself again….so I’m going into distraction/diversion mode……
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I’ve written before about the mountains of sketchbooks and notebooks and papers and photos, letters and cuttings and diaries….this blog is a last ditch attempt to find patterns, to sift and cull these mountains….although the temptation to have a giant bonfire always lurks in the back of my head!

( Jeez…what with paper and with wood, I’ve used a helluva lot of trees in my life! But I’ve planted many, too.)
My Lost Blog was prompted by the horrendous stories coming out in Ireland  about the mother and Baby homes, and orphanages…and was ‘Open Heart Surgery’ about being orphaned and what a lack of roots lays down in the psyche; hard to write in the first place, but I will rewrite it eventually…meanwhile a diversion into Calligraphy!

As a left handed child, I suffered greatly at primary school, and beyond, for my appalling handwriting….endlessly made to rewrite essays and write out “lines”….but at least they didn’t force me to use my right hand, and it did lead me into an absorption with Type, and Calligraphy.
Now, Calligraphy is totally unnatural for a ‘sinister’ (left handed) person…you really need to pull the pen from left to right, to get smooth flourishes, but I’ve always been bloody minded about things I wanted to do, and now I’m pretty well ambidextrous… with a fine line in mirror writing for ‘secret’ notes!

Today’s choice of calligraphy….

A Rough for a quote from a Mary Oliver poem.

A Rough for a quote from a Mary Oliver poem.

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A Rough for The Goal of Life….

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The Goal, Rough 3…more pleasing than the final piece, which I over-worked.

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And a  couple of photo’s of applied type, in an ongoing drawing….

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A working title for the blog that disappeared was given to me by a friend,  joking about my options…”Suicide, Homicide, or Genocide?”.  Well, none of the above, but I’ll get back to that!

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For now x