It did nothing but rain in Wales for six days. Even when it
stopped it didn’t, a fine mist taking over from the stair rods that had been
steadily falling on the cottage.
Of course inside it was dry, so we hardly went out and I began to feel like a bear hunkered down for the winter.
The central heating packed in, so my bed was heaped with duvets so heavily that it was a struggle to power-lift my way out of bed to go to the loo and the tapping of the rain on the roof, which is where the bedrooms are, was both incessant and very safe in its enclosing.
Of course inside it was dry, so we hardly went out and I began to feel like a bear hunkered down for the winter.
The central heating packed in, so my bed was heaped with duvets so heavily that it was a struggle to power-lift my way out of bed to go to the loo and the tapping of the rain on the roof, which is where the bedrooms are, was both incessant and very safe in its enclosing.
I’d like to say it was miserable, but it wasn’t, it was really
quite comforting, heating (or lack of it) and all. Of course we could keep warm
with our back-up heating and there’s an electric immersion heater for water,
but it did make me realise how coddled we are in this world of instant
everything. It was a reduced reality, or as close to it as I’ve been and I
wonder what it would be like to live even more simply.
I’m no Bear Grills, but of course there’s an upside to what
I consider to be stepping back into what could be viewed as discomfort by some.
I watched a murder of crows fly across the fields one wet morning, black on the
stark deep grey of the rainy sky. It made me feel peaceful in a way that
contact with people can’t. There was no need for interaction, no expectations,
but even so I felt that I was part of the world that those crows moved in. It
seemed that I was living for a few days in small episodes and this was one of them.
There were others, maybe driven by the slightest of inconveniences and
challenges, and it made me feel more real as I drifted on a sea of ‘no matter’.
Time to do nothing is a great thing if you can allow
yourself to do it. I stayed in bed and read until almost ten some mornings,
drifted aimlessness from place to place for no other reason that I could and
wanted to, doodled for hours and hours creating worlds within worlds on paper
and canvas, lost in a perfect moment with no past or future just the scribbling
of the pen. It left me wondering why I’m compelled to pick up the pen in the
first place and hoping that there’s there a reason for it, a purpose yet to be
revealed other than therapy.
Anyway, all that cooped up led me to take my doodles a
little further. It was a curious time (isn’t curious a lovely word) and I was
curious to see what would happen if I added colour to my doodles; so I did and
changed from paper to canvas. This is acrylic on canvas, quite pleasing but I
am beginning to wonder where am I going with this and is it still a doodle?
Perhaps I'm taking this doodling thing too far.
Kathryn Salthouse on FB
ReplyDeleteI love your doodles
Andrew Height
DeleteThanks Kath. To be honest they scare me a little.
Lindsey Messenger on FB
ReplyDeleteI love & enjoy them also. I think you time in Wales even with the rain and lack of heating sounds comforting and cosy and carefree. I would love a few days like that
Andrew Height
DeleteWell, it was very cosy Lindsey, mind you the wine helped wink emoticon
Lindsey Messenger
DeleteOoooo I bet
Dawn Marshall
ReplyDeleteLove it!!
Andrew Height
DeleteThanks Dawn. Thinking about doing some much larger ones, this is A4.
Lorna Gleadell on FB
ReplyDeleteBetter to let it out than keep it in, it will take you all the way to the bank!!
Neil Cousins on fB
ReplyDeleteNice drawing
Andrew Height
DeletePart of my directionless, mindless, meanderings of old age I'm afraid.
Neil Cousins
DeleteWell hey... there's a red car in the fountain!
Andrew Height
DeleteI was just thinking that.
Alan Buckley on FB
ReplyDeleteFantastico!
Cheers Alan, I need to think about where I take this next.
DeleteAlan Buckley
DeleteWhat about another montage encapsulating your life story? - or David Bowie's?
Andrew Height
DeleteI was thinking maybe capturing my dreams in them. I dream often. Maybe I could even doodle other peoples dreams. When I look at Bosch I sometimes wonder if that what he may have been doing.