Having visited my Dad in hospital the other day I had to stop that night and do a sketch. I had to dump some troubled thoughts. Its an interesting process seeing one’s father take a slide from the normal track. Alan is experiencing Chronic Heart Failure in his later years and will require permanent protection from now on. As a son these realisations creep up on you … sometimes pouncing, at other times just appearing. It all became too much for me the other day and I had to leave and breath somewhere else. Late at night I got true relief when I did the above sketch. Not necessarily accurate but reflective enough for me to more than partially ‘clear the slate’.
And there’s always tomorrow to prepare for. Thus the beauty of Art Therapy.
Draw something right now! I dare you