Holiday - Jo and Ivo

Sketch a day - 192/365

Back from Wales. Still on holiday. Today we had our dear friend Jo and our nephew Ivo over for lunch. Cold salads and lots of sitting in the shade as we were all very hot. It was lovely to see them. Sadly every sketch I did of them was frustrating and not what I wanted. I couldn't get my hand to do what my eye wanted. Some days they seem in sync. More often there’s a lost in translation feeling. It makes me cross when I know that I can do it but I still haven't worked out what it is that means I can. It's so weird. It makes me think of the time in a yoga class, years ago, when the teacher said they wanted us to engage our buttock muscles but not to worry if we couldn't find where they were. And I realised for the first time that I had no idea how to activate these muscles. I had never thought about activating them. I had gone through life with no idea that I was even meant to know how to find these muscles. How crazy is it that children can leave an education system not knowing how to relate to our own bodies. Madness. But that's another story. Back to the yoga class. It took ages to learn to find my own ass muscle. But I got there in the end. Similarly, I am hoping that I will eventually be able to locate my hand eye coordination in a similar, controlled way. Just keep trying. Meanwhile I console myself with the idea that every bad sketch done, is one sketch closer towards doing sketches that I like, more often.

That's the news.