I arrived back in Vancouver this week and felt all sorts of discombobulation for the last few days. I've been running around taking care of errands, piecing things back together. I also just got over a cold so I've been feeling SUPER low energy. Today was the first day I went drawing since I've been back. I returned to my usual spot where I was welcomed very warmly by the staff who remembered me. It's one of life's little joys to be a regular at a coffee shop I think... The cafe was bustling with activity and before I took a sip of my latte I felt like someone had injected me with caffeine. The cafe I go to has such a fantastic energy.... I think probably the best in my neighborhood. I've tried at least 3 other places but this one always comes out ahead. I felt shocked back to life in the best way possible.
The last few weeks my drawings have kind of been lacking in something, but as I started to sketch I felt that something come back. I felt so excited and alive and ready to DRAW. When I first moved to Vancouver it took me such a long time to really connect with it. Now I feel connected. I can see the art everywhere. Life can be so strange sometimes.
|I tried to love markers.... I just... don't.|
|This woman was so simply dressed but so elegant.|
Within the next few weeks my belongings will be shipped back to me from SF. Including my bike (YAY) and paints (YAY!). Even though I have a mounting list of errands to run, even though I gave up my studio when I moved to SF and now have nowhere to work on my short, even though I don't have a job right now, I feel really happy.